Biography of Tareq Samin
Tareq Samin is an Author, Human Rights Activist and Social Entrepreneur. He is the editor of the bilingual literary journal Sahitto. He has authored ten books. His poems have been translated in more than 25 languages of which English, Spanish, Chinese, German, French, Italian are few to mention. His poems, short stories and articles have also been published in more than 40 countries.
Tareq Samin received the ‘International Best Poets Award-2020’ from The International Poetry Translation And Research Centre (IPTRC), China and the Greek Academy of Arts and Writing. He has been awarded ‘Honorable Mention’ in Foreign Language Authors category for his poem ‘Another Try’ in ‘The prize il Meleto di Guido Gozzano Agliè’ poetry competition held on 12 September 2020 in Turin, Italy. In July 2021 he won Naji Naaman Literary Prize 2021.
Tareq Samin is a former fellow of Martin-Roth-Initiative Scholarship. The Martin Roth-Initiative is a joint program of ifa (Institut für Auslandsbeziehungen) and the Goethe-Institut. As a Martin-Roth-Initiative Scholarship fellow he was a guest writer in Goethe-Institut, Kolkata, India, and Kathmandu, Nepal.
In 2021, he was an International guest writer in Château de Lavigny International writers-in-residence, Switzerland.
In 2023, he was selected for Hungarian writers-in-residence. Also he has been nominated for the Oak Institute for Human Rights 2023 fellowship in the USA.
The Universal Brotherhood
Humanity is our common brotherhood
but we become divided
for our religious beliefs.
Humanity is our common strength
but we become weak
under many different faiths.
Humanity keeps us united
but we make enemies within ourselves
as Hindu, Muslim, Christian and Jews.
Humanity is love
and love is the supreme power
that connect us with all the divine powers of this universe.
Love for humanity is the divine strength
against all the false and hatred.
[Dedicated for peace between Israel and Palestine.]
At Morges and an afternoon at the bank of Geneva lake.
Walking can be a lovely experience
when you are in a new land.
the pictorial landscape
the silence, the raindrops.
The seagulls, the boats and the fisherman
at the port of Morges
at the bank of Geneva lake.
Being alone and loneliness not always crush
when you have water, lakes, mountains and the giant Sequoias
And they whisper! you are not alone
you are among us, you are with us
and we are too.
I will always love you
I will always love you
like the Pigeon in that window
love his mate so passionate.
like the blue sky in love with
the white cloud.
like that dog waiting his partner’s return
from sickness.
like that 90 years old man
holding his wife’s hand.
I will always love you
love you
love you
love you
always
always
always love you.
Like the gentle breeze
in love with the trees; every time they kiss.
Like the white mountain
in love with the snow.
Like a novelist
with his pen.
Like a poet
about his poem.
I will always love you
love you
love you
love you
love you till my last breath.
O human life, I pay homage to you.
O human life, I pay homage to you
in teary wet eyes
in birth and death
in mosques-temples-senegags pagodas and churches.
O human life, I honor you,
in atheism and skepticism
in hunger and starvation, in food and luxury
everywhere, O great life, your very existence.
O human life, I thank you,
you showed me
a dew on the grass
Water hyacinth flower, Flame of the forest and Red silk cotton trees.
And whatever is sacred
baby’s smile mother’s caress and father’s affection
books, pens and ink
generosity-love and forgiveness.
O human life, I thank you
everywhere, O great life, you exist.
Another try
Sometime,
I am not afraid of life
nor afraid of death.
But I think,
what will happen
after our death.
Will there someone waiting for you
Someone else will be mine
or will we become dust
or a molecule with an endless life.
How far we will travel
how many galaxies
how many stars
will you read my poems
when I will be the universal traveler.
Shall I feel this loneliness while
traveling star after star.
I want this human life back
with another try.
You will sit with me
I will sit beside.
And that will be time for our divine love
without endless cry.
The sunset in Nagarkot hills
I am standing with a friend
yet I am alone
and thinking about you.
The sun is setting in the west
of Nagarkot hills.
Twilight are visible at skyline
clouds are kissing with the forest greens.
birds and insects are making noisy sounds
evening temperature is getting chilled.
fogs and clouds are flying like soft cottons
and I am alone
with many people.
Most tourist couple have already left,
how unlucky they are
those did not kissed each other
in this foggy mountain evening.
Hatred and love
When hatred spreads the fire of division among men
Logic and intellect then lose the way;
Then; Come O mind,
O deprived human life
Let’s bathe in the love’s fresh water.
Only, exclusively love can
destroy the giant power of hatred,
So come today we love each other,
There is the dire need of love among mankind.
Author website: www.tareqsamin.com/welcome
Pomes
Twirl of civilization
One hundred years ago,
To promote the message of socialist equality
That young man was killed in police firing;
Hundred years later after his rebirth
For people’s right of religion and freedom of expression
He was hanged till death by the communist.
Thousand years ago the spiritual man
who lighten the dark society
by the teachings of great religions
On that day, his beheaded head, scarred body
Was found for talking against religious extremist.
The young man who ignored the bitter cold
of the Himalayas
spends twenty years in meditation,
His body was found yesterday
Due to modernization of thoughts.
The young women who was a decade in prison
for democracy
Was shot for free thinking at her last life.
Because of inhuman’s
Socialism becomes dictatorial system,
Looting became a democratic system
Dishonesty becomes religion,
Freedom of speech is used to spread hatred
Everything because of power greedy people.
Those who gave their lives for the noble ideology
They are all great man, dignified.
Monopolization of their ideology, selling their name
greedy politicians take advantage from it.
Thus, the good from the evil, evil from the good
Turn around in the world continued
civilized became savage due to prejudice and ignorance.
Author’s Death
Death could not lose you
You are still alive in your writing,
Every death is separation and bereavement
But the death of author to readers
more than anything.
Your pen is silent in your death
The birth of each word is end now
You may not understand the pain of readers
So may not write it.
your death just not put us in sorrow,
Continue muted us.
You will not write!
Such a pain
What could be more for the reader!
Death could not lose you
Your creation is still alive.
In memory of Poet Allen Ginsberg
Beside the ‘Jessoreroad’ under the trees
Broken camp; humans covered with polythene,
Thin naked body, hollow eyes
Near Bangaon border in September’ 1971.
Allen Ginsberg angered in grieves;
insulting his almighty government
He wrote the immortal poem, “September on Jessore Road”.
Millions of East Pakistani refugees
Mourning, anguish and tremble of grief
afraid of torture , inhuman horror of war.
Hyena-like Kissinger-Bhutto’s atrocities
Yahya’s bayonet-bullet-bombs and bloody wounds
Howl of Bengal, silent in Western world.
Allen Ginsberg seen in small scale
Yet the poet’s heart has felt countless
Sorrows of Human-soul.
Oil painting
‘Why not you draw my picture?’
suddenly she said.
A girl of twenty,
depth of forest in her face
eyes are blue lagoons
lips are as soft as lotus.
thick black hair like a shiny river,
many monks lost their way at her neck.
breast are like volcano
eruption is underway.
beside the curvy Silk-Road
undulating desert parks her hip,
a spring beneath the mountain deep.
No other artist could be
canvas painted something different.
Yet she made me
painted her picture
using words
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