Still unspoken pangs
Gathered and turned into
A black stone, like a blind
Walking the road, mouth shut
With open heart, none is there to listen
Words are unable, fallen from the crest
The heart having a bun on the oven,
Feeling the undelivered pain
Lots of failure, lots of burden , return again
To the cave with unbearable strain.
In my eyes you are the sameI am terrified too by your wordsThey are so blunt, they are so sharpThey contain so much intensified hateSo much bias and prejudice you spreadThe love of lakes and the rivuletsIn fear they all silently went dryIn those words so much ill you toldSo much falsehood in the soil…
wine and pretty woman in lavish partyI supplied him all including the muchneeded money as he was leadingan extravagant lifestyle I wasindispensible to him as he wasto me, sometimes I outshined himby merit, he was very pleasedwith my charm and wit, I wasvery happy, too, as I was supposedto make the prime minister after thedeath…
In a dreamYou get hurtIn your heartAs dream isThe driving forceOf your lifeWithout dreamSoul is deadLife is like a cloudWithout rainBody becomes a stemCut from a treeLies like a logIn a frosty fog.So, make sureThe body is not fedWith that of the soul which is dead.< br>dream dream dream dream dream dream dream dream dream…
তোমার মিজানঅসম আজএক পাল্লা হাল্কাঅন্নটি ভারিঅসম যদি থেকেই থাকেউল্টে দিয়ে পাল্টে দাও নাএই পৃথিবী ।
Which one do you prefer?Immediately in futureYou have to chooseChoice is yours.
in the nest of your mindhatched by your intellect.
