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Filling the space between expressions subtly re-engineered (type "even God likes the rich and wealthy") and expressions bordering on the fantastically absurd (type "and I do not mind waiting all alone by the grave of my own remains") with an abstract mix of chanted pains, political claims and erotic phantasms - Ujjol Kamal remains true to his own style. Expressing with a mix of anarchism, pathos, and exasperation the simplest and most basic of...

Death is only life's way to say nature abhors vacuum. Every particle gets recycled. Every life is death's door." Ujjol Kamal

Ujjol the poet strikes at the chords of poetry, once again. Feeling the world and sharing its pains, Ujjol continues his travels on the unending path of numerous questions and very few answers. He has created his own personal style, he speaks the universal language of poetry.

To the love of my life, my lovely, blissful, fulfilling, adorable wife..." ... a man in love yet a man with a "mission", and in this book, same as in his previous books, Ujjol Kamal does not make any concessions to love, politicians, clergy or social order.

This collection of poetry, my 11th book, I dedicate to my one and only kind, gracious, beautiful sister, Nargish Jahan Hena. A woman, a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, an embodiment of sanctity, kindness, and purity. Dear Apa (older sister) every time I see you, I lose myself in your warm welcome embrace, and your kind words are like prayer that act as solace to our restless hearts.

Ujjol Kumar working hard at discovering himself in this second collection of earlier poetry. The approach and the expression that we find in his later poetry are discernible here, alongside with a desire to create a personal, clearly recognizable style.

A third book from his pen. Ujjol Kamal, the student of Donne, Blake, Milton, Shakespeare, Tagore and Nazrul plows his own rut in the fertile grounds of letters and words... an eternal student yet an eternal rebel and follower of his own ways and expressions. He doesn't care for opinions, he does care for his own heart and his own way of telling the world that which is on his mind. Which is sometimes rough yet always honest. And candidly dedica...

A second poetry book from the pen of Ujjol Kamal. Same voice hues, same attentions to aesthetics, his lines merge darkness, lyricism, love and lust. His eye keeps the same questioning regard, always interpreting, rarely judging, and most of the time feeling deeply involved in this world's doings.

This humble book of poetry is dedicated to the 15-year old adorable, courageous, brave child rights activist girl Malala Yousafzai . . . shot in the head on 9th October 2012 . . . on her way back from school. I pray to God that she recovers fully and continues to carry the torch of knowledge and education for all the young girls of the World who are continually being victimized by the intolerance and ignorance of our societies." Ujjol Kamal

Away she goes / Like the poems that will never be read or written." Ujjol Kamal

This humble book of poetry is dedicated to Syed Salahuddin Ahmed, my one and only kind-hearted, honest brother-in-law, who I respect more than I can ever say and who made this World a better place by his holy presence.

Adopting the pen name of Ujjol, Kumar Kamal found his own poetical voice and expression, developing rather than borrowing from the classical masters he admires. "I love to write deep, dark, lyrical, esoteric poems. I try seeing the World beyond the veils of veiled love, lust, desire. All manners of human suffering affect me gravely and sadly. Poetry is the art of love, death, and life.

To my beloved mother, Khorsheda Begum, to whom I owe every beat and breath of my life. She is the most humble, warm, honorable, kind, awe-inspiring, beautiful mother that the Universe ever had to offer through the infinite, timeless eons of time, space and faith. Dearest mom, I love you more than I can ever say or express, in words or phrase." Ujjol Kamal

Ujjol Kumar working hard at discovering himself in this first collection of earlier poetry. The approach and the expression that we find in his later poetry are discernible here, alongside with a desire to create a personal, clearly recognizable style.

Discovering the rich world of poetry by having read and studied the works of great masters - Donne, Blake, Milton, Shakespeare, Tagore, Nazrul... a drive to find his own way in the magical world of words has awoken in young Kumar Kamal's heart. Adopting the pen name of Ujjol Kamal, he found his own poetical voice and expression, developing rather than borrowing. In his own words: "I love to write deep, dark, lyrical, esoteric poems. I try seei...

Number fifteen and pretty certain not the last. He has to say it and he say it, sometimes in the same language and sometimes in a new language, he rarely agrees with the world yet he loves it and what it has to offer. The world is just too selective, for Ujjol, too selective in allocating its riches and too selective also in allocating its pains, unfortunately with a selectivity as rigid as written in stone. And, probably not surprisingly, he ...

Ujjol Kumar working hard at discovering himself in this third collection of earlier poetry. The approach and the expression that we find in his later poetry are discernible here, alongside with a desire to create a personal, clearly recognizable style.

We needed to create God, religion and Satan to justify our ignorance cruelty and shut eyes." Ujjol Kamal

I was born out of the conjunction of ovum and sperm Then I was given a name, a religion and a race Some letters to write And a book to read Rules to live by" Ujjol Kamal

There's no such thing as God, Satan, Universe... / They are all One