Md. Hedaetul Islam – Sirajganj, Bangladesh

Md.Hedaetui Islam

 Poet Biography: MD Hedaetul Islam

  Poet Md. Hedaetul Islam. He is from Sirajganj, the heart of North Bengal, Bangladesh. His nickname „TEJIKOBI“. While studying at Dhaka University, he is studying at a reputed Chinese university for higher studies with a scholarship from the Chinese government. Loves to travel, read books and write. Poems, songs, stories, poems, travel stories, dramas have already gained considerable fame in the country and international area.He is the author of numerous books at home and abroad, including World Poetry Book (Russia), creating a better world (USA), likhalikhi 1st  part (INDIA), utksorgo, sahiter kusum Jyoti, bhatir desh (Bangladesh) etc . In addition to writing, he has a lot of achievements in sports in the country and in the international area. Md. Hedaetul Islam is a successful poet, writer, journalist, artist,organizer.In addition, he is playing an important role in various important voluntary organizations at home and abroad. He is successful acting president of (ora). Poet MD hedaetul Islam is a successful advisor of (ILC) international literature circle. he is a „literary Colonel“ of story mirror Mumbai (India).He has been awarded numerous awards and prizes at home and abroad including World Poetry Book Award, Best Global Director Award, paper Fiber Fest Award Outstanding Poetry Award, Best Poet in the Year Award, zhongxin Dragon Board Festival Award, International The Golden Heart Award, Monthly Aesthetic Talent Award (ilc) international literature circle, UHE Award etc.He is doing a lot for the welfare of humanity and wants to work for life. He is wishing blessings and blessings to all.

I CAN I CAN

i can i can

I will fight again and again.

Even if I lose, I will fight.

I know one day I can.

I will not hold back,

Why should I worry for no reason?

I know one day I will die.

I will fight the battle of life again and again.

i can i can

I will make a new history.

Why lose in laziness, fear, shame,

Be brave and fight with patience.

I can say,

Where is the mistake, why is it a failure?

With perseverance and deadly will I will fight,

Cynical unprincipled no-nonsense addict why give up on his words.

I will fight with thousands, sacrifices, patience, I can,

I will fight indomitably by being cunning in good deeds.

Look at the wonder of the world, I can, I can.

After winning, I say I have fought, I will fight more for the needs of the living world.

The dignity of education master  

The first education was given by my education teacher,

 my life started with the education of the education teacher.

Education master used to give more initiation with love,

 Education master love disciplined more education.

The education master used to guide me on the right path,

 If I went on the wrong path,

the education master would scold me loudly.

He lived well like a child,

He gave the light of education gradually.

The teacher used to cry because of my failure,

The teacher used to smile because of my success.

The education master gave me a lot of blessings,

 I am still walking on the path of life with

the strength of that blessing.

There is no comparison of the education master in this sense,

I place the dignity of the education master in the big heart.

The victory of humanity

I am a dreamer so I dream of humanity,

Let’s write some human dreams in rhythm.

Don’t dream of being sick.

Don’t be afraid to be energetic.

Do not mingle with those who have no virtue.

Don’t let the oppressor off the hook.

He who wastes time is a fool.

He will stumble, he will eat, he will be deceived.

Give love to the wise,

Give food and clothing to the needy.

He who has no house, give him a house quickly.

Fight hard against corruption forever.

Serve those who have no treatment.

Pull the orphans, the helpless to the chest.

Want to implement education for all,

May the victory of humanity

come and sing the song of peace.

BOŽIĆ U SRCU MI SVIRA

Snjegovi svoje pahulje roje

krovovi bijele su boje

na kolače slatke  miriše

dok pjesnik ovo piše

Hladno je

al´ u srcu nešto grije

pogledaj što se to pod jelkom krije

U svakoj sobi

okićena jelka već sja

Pružam ti  ruku

ruku ljubavi i mira

Jer Božić u srcu mi svira…

Da si sa mnom tu

dok pišem ovu notu

lijepo i toplo bi bilo

zagrljen s tobom bio bih  ja

Borna.

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