Then I waited
For an hour for another one,
This hour was wasted
Majorly for nothing doing;
I do not know there
Who will be responsible for this hour.
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I have no land, no home
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Greeds for power have built some ancient towers
Greeds for interests have strengthened those towersAllocating the each room to their each ownerWhere with family power holders live without fearAnd practise the systems of power capturing culture,The citizens debate on power holders and powerSome praise, some criticize and lament the others.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 08/21/2017
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Enmity has for no time any verse
Yet I have written a tercet for this hellish vice.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 7 November,2017
You fancied a Poetic Form
I laughed and said,‘Aur-ni-sha’ a nice dactyl word.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 24 January,2018