Freedom In Me

This tree is my root, this tree is my foodYou do not cut, o, mankind! Be kind!My Lord is always very kindHas given me all, withoutThose my life is desertIn my heart no blood.

Here park the carHere park not the car,Car is multi-sizesRunning barWith wheels,With hollow inside,He, she, you and I sitOur traveling is fit.

For a well harvest.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza| 2 December,2017

HurtHeart,NotOut,But bleeding; cozVeins are attacked.

Here the month December comes with coldNets of fogs and mists surpass and holdHumans, animals, even plants all aroundTo hide in warm and fuzzy environment,The sun is not seen for several daysThe cold wind blows all through these,No animal human or cattle feel any easeBiting cold cares for no fire or fuzzies,People love to be…

I laughed and said,‘Aur-ni-sha’ a nice dactyl word.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 24 January,2018