Mahfuzur Rahman Sourav is a poet of the 2000s, also recognized as a critic, essayist, short story writer, and lyricist. He was born on May 5, 1977, in the village of Rarikandi in Matlab Uttar Upazila, Chandpur. He began his literary journey during his school years by writing rhymes. He has published 9 books to date. ###
*Published Works* * *Poetry:* Muktir Ranga Palash (2008), Atmar Bhunishtho Kannagulo (2010), Padmajoler Chokh (2011), Ekmutho Matir Slogan (2013), Oshru O Dohoner Koshto (2014), Nirbachito 100 (2019), and Jagoroni Thonte Droher Chumu (2021). * *Novel:* Tomar Nishwase Bish, Bishwashe Bhul Chilo Joma (2003). Collaborative Work: Hyper Poem* (2023). Achievements and Recognition Guinness World Record: In 2023, he earned a Guinness World Record for his contribution to the Hyper Poem, edited by Karishev of Russia. * *Global Reach:* His poetry has been translated into 52 languages worldwide, and he continues to contribute his Bengali poetry to literary journals across the globe. Awards: Received the Human Rights Review Society World Human Rights Award in 2011. Personal Details Travels: He has traveled to India, Nepal, Bhutan, Maldives, Myanmar, Yemen, South Sudan, and Saudi Arabia. Favorite Bird: House Crow (Dardkak).
The Final Testimony Mahfuzur Rahman Sourav It is the account of the reflection that remains when the mirror shatters. I had sought a sliver of sunlight to wipe away my weariness, But my bag has filled only with the cursed harvest of sighs. To myself, I was a master magician, Dressing helpless lies in the cloak of truth. Memories are now like wild flowers pressed in the pages of an old book, Devoid of life, carrying only the faint scent of a bygone afternoon.
I gathered words like mountains, yet could not make them bloom; Love sat at my fingertips, yet I returned empty-handed despite wanting to touch it. This testimony is not delivered from the witness box of a court, But is a final bowing of the head before my own soul. I have arranged my mistakes like pearls mixed with dust— Expecting light from them was but an irony. Now, the last glow of sunset draws the lines of departure upon my brow; My grievances melt like ice into the fathomless abyss of silence. Did I ever ask for forgiveness? Perhaps, on some unfulfilled full-moon night.
Let all accounts be settled today, like an unfinished poem. World, do not misunderstand me—I was merely a traveler; This is my final testimony—I existed, I felt, and I loved. Let everything else dissolve into the dust of eternity. The path that mistook its way, time and again, to return to its own shadow. Now the curtain falls; let all my clamor fade into the dust, I depart, alone, carrying a fragment of twilight.
