Poems from HB Rita

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HB Rita, an ancestor of Bangladesh,lives in NYC. She achieved higher education at Touro College and University in New York. HB Rita has been involved in New York City public school teaching for 15 years. She is also a well-known journalist, writer, columnist, and poet in New York and Bangladesh. She published seven books of poetry and one Novel. Her books list- Mownota -2014(মৌনতা)/ Kobita Tumi Vobitobbo Koshter Proticchobi-2016(কবিতা তুমি ভবিতব্য কষ্টের প্রতিচ্ছবি)/ Dokkho Joler Lohori-2017(দুঃখ জলের লহরী)/ Roktakkto Nil-2018(রক্তাক্ত নীল)/ Binu-2019(বিনু)/ Jonakir Dakbaksho(জোনাকির ডাকবাক্স) Birds of Paradise(বার্ডস্ অফ প্যারাডাইস)-2021! আকাশের বুকে অগ্নিস্রোত( Akasher Bookey Ognisrot-2022) Diagonal Perspective- Poetry Tied To The Ribbon Of Time (2022) Her poems and writing make the realistic imagery of daily life struggle, love, resentment, estrangement, social harmony, caste discrimination, women's rights, and equality noticeable. Protesting voices in the development of society and educating children and parenting information are the subjects of her writing. The life observing poet, who scrutinized every move in her life, loves poetry. Since 2014, she has been running a non-profit organization called 'Thinking the Humanity' (thinkingthehumanity.com)to provide medical treatment and exceptional financial support to the needy in Bangladesh.
Illuminated Aleya  Who creates an artistic image  that takes on a poetic dimension She knew how to perceive the material os senses; And the...
You have said to be sure to show loyalty to your Lord, Do not argue Because you are our life's protector. You have said your creation will...
I eventually won the disease lotteryCalled 'Adult on-set Still's Disease'I didn't want it, It just cameIt came like a hurricane andKnocked...
I can't see anyone anywhereThe tremble of heart, fire inside the eyesWide thorax covers with compassionate crops,Where cherry blossoms...
I don't understand why can't you seewhat you are doing is just yelling at meOpen your eyes and take a clear lookYou used to read me often...

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