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 * 1) REDIRECT Delower Hossan Monju

[Delwar Hossain Manju, originally a poet. Besides, he is a fiction writer, prose, critic, philosopher and commentator. His poems also created songs. He edits literary magazine"Dishor". His book number is more than 14. His eight collections of poems are found in a cover called "Garden of Lightning". Two of his novels, 'Kafir' and 'Jōsnarna Beral', were taken to another poetic-fiction world. Besides, waiting for his ten more manuscripts to be published. He was born on November 30, 1970, in Matrimangal of Sylhet, Bangladesh. And the paternal home in Bishwanath.

Delwar Hossain Manju, the poet who is always saying that 'people can not write poetry in a single age, people write poetry after death.' The readers wonder when they read his poetry, such as ''When we were birds I used to knock your lips… Eggs born in the abdomen, wax in the sky, soft airplanes and butterflies… Bathtub, Basin, Botox, 'Birmingham and Bustard Knight' did not need them. We spend years after years eating the flesh of each other's eyes. Now I cannot do anything... You became Fay of five pounds in the human race I'm the man of five pence.''

''Today the sun-rise in the city of Birmingham I wouldn't say- the sunshine will touch the blood of loved ones Slowly it will become milk...

Rather than wanting to go anywhere Going Going Going I am alone going to my own burial''

''I have not set out any bridge, any culvert yet Your eyes may slip and you may fall No one look back here at my broken (scarred) face even mistakenly( in erring).''

''I wanted to sleep. I cannot find the eyes anywhere. Probably left beside your feet

The door is open. Will you come once please! Will you return the eyes and pour silently the morphine darkness, my hundred years of sleep…

''The bird came and goes near my ear side Could not catch Magpie-Robin Oh Death! I've caught you''

''Please Stitch the tummy of moon very well Falling down dumb moonlight on our logical garden…''

''RIBBON

Siddhirganj racing towards the breast of Madaripur ... Blades flying in the air Blades flying in the air...

Screw pine The dead peacock's hair is seen... ... The shadow is muddy not just humans, looks like feature of human

The anaconda is born by breaking through the empty stomach Sisters are running towards jamuna river to devote organs Let's go Me and cobra are Adventure of each other

Morning drop to the womb of village…

The sparrow bird is riding on a railway compound Fires blazing in the metropolis… On our embankment Nightfall is a nightmare vomit like white milk or full moon! The sky continues to melt in the eyes The sky continues to melt in the eyes...

Train and me Passing the river ride on the existence of Cockleshell Heard in the water Half of tiger and sounds of buffalo’s hurt…

Not far away Light is grind in the whirlpool Light will be sentenced on the lamp-post, baby weeping...

With the narrow gate of Heaven We will reach our own junction On the far side of port, beautiful women look on the flesh-laden ship I will not see Children-stone-left under the cementing Oh baby, stone breed!

In this oblation, I am laying in the morgue... Smell of vagina and naphthalene explodes Rats become horny like famine. The three legs of rat come up with the thighs In the blood-clot of nostrils, in the remnants of the shadows… Turning in to dark the white ices of corpse. Oh my dear! Moonlight of desert she is a giraffe of the clouds No one comes to me No one comes to me...

Lying alone in the morgue If water and fire become to ashes, then it comes to sleep ... oh mother! Light slowly fading from your lamp at the far distance village... oh mother! Light slowly fading from your lamp at the far distance village…''

Some of his writings and interviews links were added to the reader: https://translate.google.co.uk/translate?hl=en&sl=bn&u=http://www.kothaboli.com/face-to-face/delower-hossain-monju/&prev=search

http://www.somewhereinblog.net/blog/delowerhossanmonju

http://shirisherdalpala.net/tag/%E0%A6%A6%E0%A7%87%E0%A6%B2%E0%A7%8B%E0%A7%9F%E0%A6%BE%E0%A6%B0-%E0%A6%B9%E0%A7%8B%E0%A6%B8%E0%A7%87%E0%A6%A8-%E0%A6%AE%E0%A6%9E%E0%A7%8D%E0%A6%9C%E0%A7%81/

http://www.porospor.com/author/Delower-Hossain-Monju/