From eyes of the sad

i have to cross itto reach the other sidethe destinationbut no boat,i don’t know the boat ownerwhom i can callwhom i can request,now i need look for the way to the boat ownerto callto requestthe ownerto help mecrossing the riverto reach my destination.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza |

Rain dropsThe farmer cuts cropsSlowly rain dropping endsThe farmer gathers the crops,The sun sitsTimely home the farmer gets.

The lovers are the flower loversWith pleasure gift flowersThem, you, us and all othersWith a smile they live forever;Neither they are needy or greedyNor they are hungry or angryWhatever they get, they eat,Go with little rest and no complaint.

Just a watch shows us time passesOur figure tells us life passes,Our future generations waitFor that very moment,Our expectancy finishes, thereforeOne day all will see we are no more.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/8/2016

Come hereBe my friendsOver thereWe’ll build some cottages,We’ll live wellWill follow us our people.

With love and careI serve the retired guysTheir experiences I shareThus, I earn much.

The center of the bodySo necessary!Blood Cell circulationWhole body examinationNeed all veins openAnd all blocks vainFor this experienced doctor needWhoever may be the patient.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 18 July, 2018

So long and so wide the villageAfter my birth much I heard,Then I began to loveAnd began to love.About:Reza Syllabic Verse (Edited, Revised And Additional Version) :– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…

Equity, legality, honesty like heavenly virtuesThey walk to the opposite sphereAnd the most are seen shareInequity, illegality, dishonesty like hellish vicesFalsehood that they much favorWith the ecstasy of hellish flavorWhich is to them the way of gaining success.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/08/2017

Looking at high mountainLooking at open fieldLooking at vast oceanLooking at things and beings created,Looking at mankindLooking at a beeLooking at an antMy brain can never be thoughtfree,Having breathed fresh airHaving eaten ripe fruitHaving drunk pure waterI can’t but pray to Him, everyone’s Lord.

Where RAMNAYAM has been turnedInto one of the spots of ancient fire dragonsHere the dragons are breathing out to whatInstantly burn into ashMay be animals, plants or things;But these dragons preserveHalf burnt big animals in undergroundWhich is funny to themBut horrible to the world.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │28 February,2018

The wind blows around meSitting here all the worldI can hear and see.