Poem - Kazi Nazrul Islam —A Portrait of Rebel Bard, Poet - Professor Dr. Mostafa Dulal
Kazi Nazrul Islam—A Portrait of Rebel Bard
Professor Dr. Mostafa Dulal
Nazrul sowed with ink the seeds of dream,
Where freedom flows in rebel stream.
With pen for plough, he tilled the land of thought,
Where revolutions rise and peace is wrought.
He wrote of hymns, of sacred lore,
Of Hamd and Na’at, and legends yore.
In gardens where the songbuds bloom,
He spread everywhere equality’s perfume.
No wall of gender held his flame,
He scorched the roots of hate and shame.
He trimmed the math of cruel divide,
Where blind faith dared and fear would hide.
When Dhumketu dropped with a thunderous cry,
It tore through the fields and lit the sky.
A bomb of words, it shook the ground,
Where voiceless hearts no peace had found.
The tyrant flinched in robe and crown,
As ink turned flames to burn them down.
Its pages pulsed with rebel heat,
Where justice rose on marching feet.
Dhumketu sparked the captive soul,
A comet blazing toward the goal.
It rowed through storms with freedom's oar,
A rebel flame ignites in every shore.
The silent land began to rise,
Awakened by the poet's cries.
The warrior moves with fearless stride,
And strikes with rebel fire and pride.
When people's rage became a tide,
The throne began to shake with pride.
The looters sank in shadowed wave,
No crown, no power left to save.
The leader called him home at last,
His chains were buried with the past.
As National Bard, he took his place—
A rebel soul the state embraced.
The foe fled the mother’s land,
And freedom bloomed from buried sand.
Through blazing verse, the truth took flight—
The pen had won the poet’s fight.
All right under copyright law are reserved
by the poet, lyricist and author Professor
Dr. Mostafa Dual. Dhaka, Bangladesh, 29-05-2025.
Nazrul sowed with ink the seeds of dream,
Where freedom flows in rebel stream.
With pen for plough, he tilled the land of thought,
Where revolutions rise and peace is wrought.
He wrote of hymns, of sacred lore,
Of Hamd and Na’at, and legends yore.
In gardens where the songbuds bloom,
He spread everywhere equality’s perfume.
No wall of gender held his flame,
He scorched the roots of hate and shame.
He trimmed the math of cruel divide,
Where blind faith dared and fear would hide.
When Dhumketu dropped with a thunderous cry,
It tore through the fields and lit the sky.
A bomb of words, it shook the ground,
Where voiceless hearts no peace had found.
The tyrant flinched in robe and crown,
As ink turned flames to burn them down.
Its pages pulsed with rebel heat,
Where justice rose on marching feet.
Dhumketu sparked the captive soul,
A comet blazing toward the goal.
It rowed through storms with freedom's oar,
A rebel flame ignites in every shore.
The silent land began to rise,
Awakened by the poet's cries.
The warrior moves with fearless stride,
And strikes with rebel fire and pride.
When people's rage became a tide,
The throne began to shake with pride.
The looters sank in shadowed wave,
No crown, no power left to save.
The leader called him home at last,
His chains were buried with the past.
As National Bard, he took his place—
A rebel soul the state embraced.
The foe fled the mother’s land,
And freedom bloomed from buried sand.
Through blazing verse, the truth took flight—
The pen had won the poet’s fight.
*All right under copyright law are reserved
by the poet, lyricist and author Professor
Dr. Mostafa Dual. Dhaka, Bangladesh, 29-05-2025.

