RICE IN STOMACH

The sun is sweating profusely today
I'm gasping for breath.
I bought pineapple paste this simmer
I will eat what?
Empty pocket does without money.

I work hard day and night,
If you get money for work,
You will get rice in your Stomach. CHILDHOOD...

Childhood
just play
if I do, brothers;
Education
if big
There is no way to survive.

Childhood
Let's play
does not go to school;
Rural fairs
having fun
everyone ran in groups

Childhood
Cut to the chase
Smiles happily;
Oh, yes
happiness
What's happiness that are colorful garlands.

Income, however
you barely have many
moons are there;
Read on
hurry up
and time is not wasted. THE OLD WOMAN OF WINTER IS BEATING

Dew, dew on the grass like pearls,
Autumn tomorrow red morning
fills the mind.
The farmers in the field
Aman is cutting paddy.

The rick husks will barely fill
happiness comes,
Famers family today abundant
I hear the voice of birds
Tune like honey

The old woman of winter is beating
The frost sits in the air,
Bengalis are mad today for
Pithapuli juice GUEST BIRDS

The dreamy wings floated with joy
Birds come to the land of gold.
In Jahangirnagar, Hakaluki Char
The guest bird's fly with great joy.

In that Sonadia, Baikka is in Tangua
They barely dance and sing
Singing at the arrival of guest birds,
A shiver awakens in the soul of Bengali.

The water of the river is flowing
Let's just see the guest birds. TWENTY-ONE IS MINE

Twenty-one is the pride of the people of my state language country.
Twenty-one who crammed my bow is short.

Twenty-one bloody months on my brothers body,
Twenty-one is a cruel history in the world.

Twenty-one mourns the loss of a son in mother's arms,
Twenty-one verses written in my father's tears.

Twenty-one is the first flower of my freedom,
Twenty-one is a sweet word for mother in my baby's mouth. VICTORY MEANS...

Victory means the smile of a smiling baby.
Victory means drowning of growing up.
Victory means the suet of blood flag red-green.
Victory means a melodious melody in a bird's voice.
Victory means breaking the shackles of subjation.
Victory means the soul of the sovereign country. © SABYASHACHI NAZRUL Sabyashachi Nazrul, H.A., Health Technologist, Poet, Writer, Rhymer, Storyteller, Script Writer, Presenter.

Auditor and Publishers: Krittinasar Kritti
President: Mosura Govt. Primary School
Bangladesh Co-ordinators: Bangabuandhu Foundation USA
Founder & President: Sapno Uran Sahitya Parishad, Nazia-Momtaz Banshai Centre
Member: Nattotrittho
Books: Sapno Uran, Eakiti Tarjonir Ishara, Krittinasar Kritti and 25+ Plus joint poetry books
Awards and Honors: Mitali Multimedia Best Actors (2017), Model Media Acting Award (2018), BKS Best Poet (2016-17)
Mouchak Sahitya Parishad Best Poet (2017) Jugerbartta Best 10 Storytellers (2017-18)
Bangladesh Kobi Sova Writer Honors (2018)
ASMA Begum Foundation Honors (2020)
The One Honors, Amader Gaan Kabita & Golpo-Kotha Best Poet and Convener Honors (2018)
Gangchil Honors
Muslim Sahitay Parishad Honors and 30+ Plus Presenting Honors Photo of poet Sabyasachi Nazrul (below)