Your rise to power is the victory of humanity;
You, the real son of America, have saved
your country from disgrace.

Sometimes I ask to myself, 'Is he greater
than Nelson Mandela? '
You may be greater than he or he than you-
it's not the matter; the fact is:
both of you have built the bridge of love
between the black and the white;
and both of you have sung
the song of equality.

I see Abraham Lincoln in you;
In you, I see Martin Luther King.
Now the flag of America glitters like the Sun
because it is at your hand.

I neither wonder looking at the Pacific Ocean
nor I wonder looking at the Himalayas;
Only I wonder when I look at you
because I see in you the infinite waves
of beauty of a man;
because I see in you the iron-like firmness
of truth of a man.

You knew well, it is truth
which makes a man great
and it is truth
which creates beauty in a man;
All colors get defeated to such a beauty.


About Sayeed Abubakar


Sayeed Abubakar, a major modern poet of Bangladesh, was born on September 21,1972 at Rambhodrapur, Panjia, Keshabpur, Jessore. His father was Nur Mohammad Biswas and mother Amena Khatun. Literary Life: Sayeed Abubakar started writing poems at a very early age. He was then only 11. Many of those poems were published in the local newspapers of Jessore and Khulna namely `The Daily Sphulingo', 'The Daily Ranar', 'The Daily Purbanchal', 'The Daily Janmabhumi' and so on. He used to compose 60-70 poems every day, for he was determined to defeat Rabindranath Tagore by the number of poems. Reason is that Rabindranath... Read more...

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a Baltimore housewife and florist, best known as the author of the poem "Do not stand at my grave and weep," written in 1932.

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My mother would be a falconress,
And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist,
would fly to bring back
from the blue of the sky to her, bleeding, a prize,
where I dream in my little hood with many bells
jangling when I'd turn my...
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