A. Ahmed-Harun

Stowmarket, UK

I was born in 1957, in Kamargaon a village in the outskirts of Sylhet, Bangladesh. I studied poetry in the University of Cambridge. I have read a series my of poems on the BBC radio and on different occasions I have talked on BBC radio Suffolk, BBC world service, BBC television, ITV, and radio Bangladesh. As an author, I love reading and writing poetry, I have also published five books. In 1994, to honour our national heroes I displayed the World's Largest Bengali Alphabet in the UK and flowers were dropped from the aeroplane. This event was published internationally. I am the chairman of the Bangladesh National Students Award. The organisation has helped thousands of students in Bangladesh. Numbers of scholars have been awarded for their outstanding contributions. I am involved with many organisations including the International Society of Poets. My wife Laila Ahmed and I have 5 lovely children, Parul, Parvin, Raju, Rosie, Shabnam. I have received many awards for my commitments form various institutions round the world including a Ph. D.

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I had a sudden, great desire to see again
the one who lived and saw with inner light
and loved infallibly.

The airport, where so many times I glimpsed
his anxious, noble face among the crowds,
now bore no trace;

I searched in vain in all his daily haunts: the
shops, the place of worship where, along with others,
he performed his prayers;

Today his face did not appear.

The room where he passed many happy hours
was very silent, very still; but now at last
I feel completely assured of his presence.

My desire to see the face of my beloved father
was overwhelming, as was my desire to hear his voice;
What was it he wished so urgently to say/

But a force called earth had stopped his voice
for evermore.

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The man continually must be favourable for
Someone like individuality when
A soul blubbering towards assistance

A man must not be gluttonous
To belong to the whole affluence and cheerfulness of the universe
Since the man didn't appearance for
Only this means.

Some personalities don't care
Many characters can't bear
The suffering and anguish compelled to them.

We are dumbly perceived
Copious things happened in front of our sight
Countless goods developed but
We are against ourselves, what a shame!

The time fleeting its own way
The light traveling in the same excursion
Countless lives passed away, heeded a natural path
Eventually generation rapt in disquiet

I feel the presence of countless youths around the world
Serenely awaiting to enlist in a task force
But they hang fire for a suppressed command
The globe can be guarded
By the new behest
To save it which will be owned by the time, not us!!
The great paramount please do appear.