To pull legs
And kill the fame
Earned by hard perseverance
This is a jungle of the race of man
Might is right is more right
Than the might of intellect
Attack the weak
Exploit the poor
Like sharks swallow in the little, small and tiny
In the ocean of life
Honesty is a burden
Integrity is a curse
In the market of justness
Value has lost its luster
Here people stripe
To be a perfect liar or hypocrite
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While the world is burning
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He sends prophets
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The well of oil brings you here
Seeing you there sanding and salivating in lustPeople are calling you in disgustWhat a shameful and greedy man you are! !Mere presence of you is itself a provocationAnd contains the seed of all warsI say get out from thereAnd peacefully go to your homePoking your noses in internal affairs of othersCreates for us a huge…
রহস্য
কোন ধর্ম বিশ্বাসের মতো নিতেই পারতো কোন নামসে হতেই পারতোকোন হিংস্র জন্তু, নিরিহ অশ্রু কিংবা প্রলয়কারী ঝড়কিন্তু কিছুই সে হয়নি সেরকমএকবার অতি আগ্রহে জানতে চেয়েওসে কিছুই বলেনিআমার দিকে তাকিয়ে ছেড়েছিল শুধু একটি দীর্ঘনিঃশ্বাসআজকে আমি জেনেছিকিন্তু রহস্য উন্মোচন করবার অধিকার না দিয়েইসে আমাকে ছেড়ে চলে গেছে অনেকদিন আগেই ।
In the morning I was happy
For the profession once i was inBut no difference it brought to meAs I knew any how I had to be aliveThis is the only truth I learn from lifeIn this false and capricious world.
hadn’t been
a bonus..
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the swing squeaking, creakingbut firmthe child laughingtesting the limits of freedomthe freedom of limitssensing but forgettingthe firm post on which it swingsfirm as a parent’s loveunmoving stillnessthe child swingingboth held in lovefor Skadi meic Beorh
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