But he who has always to say something
Is nothing more than a fool
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আমি বাংলার পাতি মাস্টার
পেয়েছি যেই সরকারি চাকরীটিভেবে কেউকেটা করেছি রুদ্ধ দ্বারচেতনাভাবনাগুলিকে দিয়েছি তালানতুন ধারনা নিতে চাইনা আর ।দুঃখে আমি নেই কারোসুখ করতে চাইনা শেয়ারবই এর সাথে হয় না দেখাখাতা পত্র পুড়িয়ে করেছি ছারখারআমি বাংলার পাতি মাস্টার ।
Rewind everything back
And the village into a pointRewind againWhat do you see?Nothing ………!How something came out of nothing!Nothing should come out from nothing,And what does something come from?Logic is more puzzling!
Many a time it happens in your life
Tiny in sizeAnd short in spanYet you are left devastatedWith its huge impactYou are desperateTo recover soon from the sicknessIt causes upon youby taking pills of wordsBut your garrison fails youYou lack ammunitionAnd that is huge and enoughThe worst part of this situationIs that you keep thinkingWhile your mouth is shutAnd it is getting inflated…
With a Pack Of Anger
Has anything to do with my intelligence,Are they competitors? or merely they areAn inversely positioned a lovely pairMy anger knows no bounds with theSlightest mistakes done or a thingCommitted in the way minor or little wrongIt catches fire as if it is a barrel of petrolAnd burning bright with sparkle and lightI am left helpless…
I am desperately searching an image
To make you understandInside of me which runs wildI close my eyesSwitch on the power of imaginationBut no image I getThe wish I hold for youNeither have I got any objectTo compare my delightWhen I seeYour hanging portraitThings go abstractNo vehicle, no tenor I getTo say somethingOn beauty you posses.
Occasionally heaven shoots meteorites
Without knowing among those some areMore precious than diamond and goldAfter misjudging it as a worthless pieceOnce you threw a most diaphanous seedOn her beck a bird carried it to a distant landBeing germinated, well deep it sent its rootsWell spread are its branches and each shoot’sFlower turns into from delicate to delicious fruitsWho is…