Poem by Shikdar Mohammed Kibriah


SHIKDAR MOHAMMED KIBRIAH, born on 1st July, 1968, in Sylhet, Bangladesh, Masters in philosophy, is a globally published, awarded, translated and featured world renowned poet, essayist, story writer, critic, translator, ambassador and philosopher. He is a bilingual poet and writer writing in Bangla and English. He is a global poetry promoter and literary figure. He is the founder and president of Poetry and Literature World Vision. His published books are so far 19. Among them eight on poetry, eight on prose and three on story. His writings have been translated and published in 40 languages. He has been featured as a global poet many times. He participated in world poetry conferences, fairs, festivals, recitals and literary conclaves. He performed as a jury, discussant and speaker globally. He is an ambassador of world peace, love and humanity appointed by different literary, cultural and poetic forums active globally. His writings are often published in world famous print and electronic magazines, journals, newspapers, websites, blogs, anthologies, tv, radio and channels.

His literary, poetic and philosophic works are published in AZAHAR Revista Poetica, Spain, Atunis Poetry Galaxy, Belgium, The Poet Magazine, UK, Prodigy Magazine, USA, Polis Magazine, Greece, Kultura, Serbia, Growth, South Macedonia, Taifas Literary Magazine, Italy, Poetryzine Magazine, Serbia, Nekajano, Montenegro, Bharat Vision, India, Homo-Uninersalis.blogspot, Greece, Petruska Nastamba, Serbia and so on. He is published in THE AsiaN/Arab, Egypt, The Moment International News, Egypt, Kenya Times, Kenya, Al-Arabi, Egypt, Agarid, Lebanon, Chinese Literature, Sahu News, Today’s Headlines, YidianZixun, Shanxii science and technology, China, Fm786 News Portal, USA, Panama Poetico, Panama, Wordsmith International Editorial, Italy, The Rainbow, Lebanon, Sigio, Spain, Las Americas, Dominican Republic, Voz de goicoechia, Costa Rica, El sol de Colombia, Taghridat Nakhla, Lebanon etc.. international newspapers and almost all of the national and local newspapers in his country Bangladesh since 1987.

His poems have been published in world class Anthologies like Atunis Galaxy Anthology-2022, Belgium, Candles of Hope, an encyclopedia of thousands of poets of the world, Tunisia, World Poets Serbia Anthology/2021(350 poets of the world), Compassion (100 poets of the world in one theme), Bosnia-USA, World Poetry Yearbook 2021 and 2022 (Chinese-English), China, AZAHAR Revista Poetica, Spain, World Contemporary Poets, Vol. 1 and numerous anthologies around the world. He participated in world poetry festivals, recitals and conferences in India,Turkey-Russia, Italy, Peru, China, Mexico, Portugal, Romania, Bulgaria, France, Spain, Tunisia, Argentina, Colombia, Indonesia, Panama, Uruguay, Pakistan etc.. 

He is interviewed on 21st Century Critical Thought: A post modern Voice Volume-3 with Mr. Dr. Jernail Sing Anand, India, in Writers Mirror, Assam, India on poetry with Mr. Bipul Chandra Kalita, In Kultura online newspaper with Madam Valentina Novkovich, Serbia on poetry, philosophy and contemporary world crisis, in Prodigy Magazine with Mr. Zlatan Demirovic, USA on poetry and philosophy, in Polispress Magazine online journal, Greece with Madam Eva Petropoulou Lianou on poetry, in Argentina poetry festival with Madam Mirta Maria Ramirez, Argentina and Bangladesh Television. 

Besides English and Bangla his poems have been translated into Spanish, French, German, Russian, Italian, Serbian, Romanian, Arabian, Hebrew, Portuguese, Hindi, Indonesian, Polish, Dutch, African, Vietnamese, Greek, Macedonian, Bulgarian, Albanian, Chinese, Filipino, Japanese, Irani Persian, Azerbaijani etc. 40 over languages.

For his brilliant contribution in world poetry and literature he is awarded lots as a Literary Laurel, UNIVERSAL GOLD STAR 2020 , Universal Excellence, Poetic Excellence, The most influential personalities, Golden Heart, Best personality, Global Poet, Poet for Peace, etc.. and honorary Doctorate Degrees and a lot of diplomas and certifications.


Haven’t you experienced water!

Having smelled pre-historic water,

you can notice it is purely simplified.

Life is geometrically formative too

Through a shower of classic water.

Earthen productivity, smiling corn, 

Floating life-time in low-down water, 

Endless march of Adam’s children 

All are geometrically ridged in the map.

Don’t you sense the science of water?

The universal cycle revolves with 

Water cycle.

House of God is on creative water

That rolls to the ocean straightly

Producing vapour, clouds and rain 

Water runs to the sea through drains,

Canals and rivers in a cyclic order.

Would you really like having water?

Give out the fragrance of your wet hair 

Like raindrops in a nonstop shower.


All types of modernity obviously a black sea 

While it’s an inertia.

Still covered my poetic corridor 

With some modern grasses. 

Symbolic moons try to remove darkness

Even though they know little how to cross

A black sea.

Then, is it pre-historic or nonconforming? 

My poetic pulse begins to beat 

With some ordinary words and 

Makes a poetical hut.

An advanced city looks back to a moon

Brightening archaeological Harappa, and

I open all of my windows to enjoy 

A post-modern morning.

I’m neither symbolic nor a saint of words

I’m to touch reality with an intuitive turn,

And cross the modernism 

At least like a pre-historic world 

Freely rounds the sun.


Opened a website of the sky

For an endless quest of experience.

Grey sky has worn a widow’s sari 

With shuttled clouds to and fro.

And above there is a cerulean ocean 

Of a tranquil cover.

Going round all the planets

In a regulation.

In fact, there is nothing to be endless

Hence, the thoughtful kite runs after

In quest of boundary and starts 

To the north 

In a motive to touch the edge.

After crossing the North Hemisphere, 

It is thrown into outer-space 

Alike nothingness. 

Experience is nothing but the lost aeroplane

In Bermuda Triangle, broken Discovery

Or Pathfinder on Mars.

Is the Logic final option? 

Then where is the border of nothingness? Nothing has no border for its infinity.

Therefore, how the infinity could be existent

While extremely everything is to be limited. 

The thoughtful kite keeps constant circling 

In the skyline——

Then a cycle of fallacy dominates 

The brain-monitor creates a grey-illusion;

Here-after an astral sky of night starts 

To flash the red signal.

Declining the moon the vanishing sky comes down 

Into my eyes with a sleep 

Alike a dead-planet and killed the website.

Sitting on the top of the tree 

An aerial mother-kite is hatching her eggs.


From the pre-historic time 

I’ve been walking through this planet

My worldly visit took its road through


Now stepped in such a territory which is,

In fact, a panoramic internet 

Of numerous rivers.

In this river basin

A huge and historic human habitation 

Green fields, mountains and forest sides

Made its landscape to outstanding sketches

Bangladesh is the name of this green Delta.

Miles after miles                         

I’ll walk by the side of small rivers, 

Green corn-fields and greener villages.

In the overwhelmed scent of green grasses

I will sleep full of spell-bound night.

I smelt it in the spiritual world 

While the angels were moving fast

With the grass, leaves, seeds and semen etc.

It was then mixed with my sensation.   

Just changed my world from one to many

Actually I’m who was green all the time

Like the grass.                                         

On this planet I’ve come with a grass-project

I’ll grow perpetual grass and observe

How much green 

The living being will have been attained.


While thoughtful Descartes

Of whether he was existent or not,

Sitting in my corridor, 

My wife cut fish then.

Out of my courtyard 

Some goats were eating grasses

Taking dust in their handful

Naughty boys started throwing 

From each other.

Coming back airing dust

Domestic cow herd 

Just before sunset

The sun was going down 

With a colourful exhibition

Having kissed by the departing sun

The leaves had to fall asleep.

There was a hurry in the ferry

From the river

Returning village wives 

With the pitcher full of water

Hanging all the beauties 

Of the evening

In the neck of the pitcher 

And moving with creating 

An artistic swing.

Perceptive all these

How could I refuse? 

Descartes started to swim 

in the essence

And said,

“I think, therefore I am.”


Heavily touched a untouched healthy cheek

To touch an impossible reality

Sensitivity knows it’s not in fortune

Yet leave a bait subconsciously to be happy

She is none in the sense lonely noon knows

Even so lighted a darling dawn calling crows