Poems by Dr. Sabina Yeasmin (Bangladesh)

I Still Want to Become Human
Dr. Sabina Yeasmin

I never wanted to become something great,
I only wanted to become human-
but this world
does not easily allow a person to become human.

Everywhere there are calculations, greed, false faces—
sometimes I feel ashamed of myself.
Yet I did not give up,
I stood alone inside the night,

and I saw
even a small truth
can sit like a mountain upon the chest.
I have fallen in love—
with my country, with people,
with the fire that burns
inside the eyes of a hungry child.

I am told—
stay silent,
be like everyone else—
but I could not.
Because I have seen
that silence slowly means
killing oneself.
So I speak,

I do not stop even when I am wrong—
I keep speaking.
Because still inside me
a human being is alive.
And as long as that being lives,
I will keep writing-

not against this world,
but for this world.



Venice, the City of Water: The Flow of Love
Dr. Sabina Yeasmin

A city floating upon the weary chest of time, where the hands of the clock silently lean toward the water, where land slowly disappears into the depth of the currents, and water becomes the only path, language, and shelter of life—this is Venice, a living poem written upon the face of the Italy.

Here, there are no roads, only winding blue canals, where the waves both guide the way and lose themselves within it; every stream feels like a long sigh of memory, keeping the city alive in an eternal silence.

A black melody called the gondola drifts upon the water, and with the gondolier’s oar awakens a music woven from love and sorrow. The waves are no longer merely water; they become the heartbeat of the soul, an invisible language of poetry.

The stone houses stand upon the shoulders of time, carrying centuries of light, dust, and history upon their walls. Through the cracks of their windows fall the whispers of lost days, as though the walls themselves still love someone in silence.

The bridges here are not merely connections, but eternal questions suspended between two distances. To cross from one side to another is to touch once again the lost fragments hidden within oneself.

Dawn descends like a golden touch, writing the first kiss of light upon the face of the water. And when evening arrives, the sky breaks into crimson poetry, where light and shadow embrace each other like lovers.

When night falls, the city transforms into a mirror afloat with stars, and the water becomes the inverted reflection of the sky. In the depth of silence is born an unheard melody, heard only by the heart—not by language, but by the soul’s own listening.

This city speaks nothing aloud, yet every wave, every bridge, every glimmer of light softly whispers an eternal truth—love does not mean remaining still; love means flowing endlessly.




Excavation by the Pen
Dr. Sabina Yeasmin

I sit beneath the open sky, paper and pen in hand—
below, a shepherd walks slowly across the field,
and through the melody of his flute, blue silence drifts away.
In the distance, a farmer breaks through layers of earth;
the sun mingles with his sweat, giving birth to the grain of life.
With every strike of his spade,
the soil seems to reclaim its own name.
I do not descend into the earth—
my body does not know the language of that labor.
Yet I dig through words,
where, instead of soil, layers of unspoken meaning lie buried.
Just as the shepherd’s flute awakens the field,
my sentences too seek to awaken time.
As the farmer’s spade uncovers the truth of the earth,
my pen opens the deeper layers of thought.
The world is excavated in two ways—
one through soil, the other through meaning.
One sustains life,
the other awakens consciousness.
And I have descended into the second excavation—
where words are woven into the human soul,
and silence teaches the articulation of truth.
For in the excavation of the pen, no blood is shed—
instead, new realizations are born.




Sense of Duty
Dr. Sabina yeasmin

A sense of duty awakens the silent voice of conscience within the human soul,
Breaking pride, it reveals the harsh and truthful path of life.

Shattering the illusions of attachment, it opens the true path of action,
Where one learns to carry the weight of one’s own responsibilities.

Between desire and duty, an endless conflict continues to unfold,
One pulls toward indulgence, while the other leads toward sacrifice.

Through this struggle is formed the unshakable strength of character,
Otherwise, a person loses oneself in the darkness of time.

Laziness slowly enters the veins like a sweet and subtle poison,
Covering dreams beneath the gentle shadow of false comfort.

A life without action leaves emptiness deep within the soul,
And time becomes nothing but a measure of endless loss.

The one who understands duty kindles the true light within the heart,
And in those hands is built the beautiful world of the future.


Infinite Light Within the Atom
Dr. Sabina Yeasmin

When the soul awakens in the field of peace,
The inner sky shines like a thousand suns.

In a tiny life, the universe smiles,
Teaching the heart the wisdom of love.

As fire hides within a stone,
Creation’s countless gifts hide within humans.

A pure mind beyond the desert of greed,
Blooms the golden lotus of peace.

Life is not victory over others,
But the true victory is conquering oneself.

Non-violence is the language of stars,
Where compassion creates eternal hope.

In an ant’s path lives the song of creation,
In a leaf’s movement lies the call of life.

The heart that harms no living being,
Finds light within its own darkness.

Winning others brings temporary honor,
Winning oneself brings eternal wisdom.

“A drop of compassion holds an ocean,
A pure soul can transform the world.”

The silent seeker who walks with devotion,
Finds consciousness blooming in eternity.

Non-attachment teaches: freedom is the true wealth,
A pure soul rises in the sky of sacrifice.

O traveler of the soul, seek not heaven far away,
The eternal light shines within you.

“Truth’s light appears after the fog of falsehood.”
The wisdom of Jain philosophy shines through ages.

Where violence and pride disappear,

Humanity becomes a morning of pure light.

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