Biography and some of the best poems of poet Helal Hafiz

A modern poet poet Helal Hafiz of Bangladesh. The background of the story is a little writing himself. The late twentieth-century literature, he created a sensation in the world. His only collection of poems was published in 1986 after a fire that water has many versions. Kendua upazila of Netrakona district on October 7, 1948 born poet Helal Hafiz was karenaparasona Several major school in the town of Netrokona Datta High School, then college and the university Netrokona. University student, he joined the Daily purbadese full-time as a journalist. His most popular poem 'editorial forbidden'; - in the two lines of the poem: 'Now is the best time to go to the procession of the youth, the youth is the best time to go to war,' 'the kabitamodi and the reader is pronounced orally. As a journalist and literary editor, he has worked in various newspapers. 

Kabyagranthah 1. The water, fire (1986) 

II. Poem 71 (both in Bengali and English, fair 01) 

Best kabita poet Helal Hafiz banned editorial readers highlights:

Now is the best time to go to the rally, including youth

Now the youth is the best time to go to war

All march hand

Voice

Not one leg.

There are secular, are monks,

Decorate the streets with no family.

No one comes to light the world on fire or

The eternal peace of those who come to war

Occasionally, however, is to come

Passionate call of existence,

Others became warlord mohurs favorite temptation

There is to be a murderer lover some love.

If anyone wants to be in love with a murderer

Go to

But today was a good run.

Now is the best time to go to the rally, including youth

Now the youth is the best time to go to war.

As he came

It was impossible to hunger and thirst,

Could play in front of,

At the end of the silver jubilee of the cut manbantare

He has, in the delicate.

Gavin took up the scent of the field,

Latatio lakalake cornice along grew up poor play,

Hot cow play

Play the pitcher of water.

Shan fault interrupt play

Greenwood play

The sky bored play

Play poetry manuscripts.

Book dupaya road, school

Church of the factory chimney play

However stetabyanka play.

Shepherd unparalleled play flute,

Wash rice and ate sitting on the shore magarara hatatike

Freedom of the play, the pain did not play.

If a flag: 

We had to get a flag

I do not write poetry pain and suffering germinated

We had to get a flag

The nuns chant singer Savita Spices

At twenty to say - 'I got, I got it. "

We had to get a flag

Page kuronira girl winter morning

OM will hear the national anthem marble coverings.

We had to get a flag

Jyaisthe eat, sing-song manumiya landless bosekhe,

War Child will live dute-sasanmane white rice.

We had to get a flag

All of us will suffer the collective farms,

Happiness is equal to the combined share of scientific farming

We'll take all of his family.

Exit: 

 

Where you are now, how are you, send a letter.

One afternoon of the fair, capricious rhythm pakhata

How's your hand in the night, not a letter.

No built into the calendar as I am very sorry

Wide eyes stare at you, send a letter.

No word in the ear of the mind is simply astaprahara

Love to be floating on a memory incite Ban

Letter Give, give letter.

And if you do not go forgotten to care, there is no objection.

If you are visiting me, the car keys?

I made a mistake I will not stop loving the wrong,

Do not waste pollen mix

Solitude have killed five in the afternoon, what does?

How one's life will lose it,

How will the pain a woman!