Unfortunate Dreams

Once I was in the world as a man
But my body was not found anywhere more than
Uncertainty around the moving earth happened
Sudden accident
Damaged my brain how and where
No one could be said
I thought I was even though a man
Some super critical layers made me mad
Even now a days, I didn’t know where my bloody soul unrest.
After certain period of time
Obviously awaking after deep sleep of night
I realized I was in live with sleeping sunlight
Fight against the horrible dreams to make me bright
Like a rainstorm invisible insight.

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Professor Dr. Mohammad Asaduzzaman Chowdhury has been engaged in the teaching profession of Dhaka University of Engineering and Technology, Gazipur for a long time. He has contributed in the field of education and research, and he also walked in creative writing. He is an academic, researcher, storyteller, essayist, poet, songwriter, playwright, social reformer and cultural activist. Believing in the philosophy of Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, this man has been writing in his childhood since his childhood. In his adolescence and youth he worked in various organizations including Bangla Academy, Khelaghar, Kanchikachar Mela. During this time his essays, poems, were published in the newspapers. While studying engineering studies, he has been working as a progressive worker and has practiced literary work. He has been writing for many national and magazines in the country and abroad for a long time. He has the same skills in both Bengali and English literature. The main theme of his writing is society, state, nature, science, education, change, possibility and people. He is a good speaker.
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