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According my conscience and etiquette of the worldI have banned one well reputed poetFrom a country called Turkey permanentlyFor bashing me and my religionUnder the cover of his revolutionary poetry.I am very sad at this momentMy heart hangs and becomes very weightyOh! What a tender ”sensibility and sensitivity”From a heart others think made up of…

and what are they?Canada, Australia, New Zealand and USA.Do they want many more?yes, sirwhat are they?Libya, Syria, Iraq and Palestine.

And towards literature I didn’t have a fair approachI have two legs, two hands and a throat and a headLike all normal human beingBut the sad fact is that I couldn’t shake my legsLike that Michael Jackson and become a famous dancerThe throat vibrates when I take to singingSo no chance to become a singer…

and use them in building your poemor lay them on pavement for your lazy strollingas some poets dowhen they see God in shamblessacrificing animals! !even they see Him like hawker selling fruitsand in whore lane too(who sells whose body to whom?)same is the case when poetswithout any proper thoughtsregarding the birth of female speciesin compact…

খুঁজে পেলাম চকিতে নিজেকেআমার এক পূর্বের অতি পরিচিত জায়গায়নিমেষে গেলাম মিশে অধিবাসীদের সাথেহয়ে গেলাম তাদের মতো, তাদের মধ্যে একজনঅতি আনন্দে হয়ে গেলাম পশুএখন আমার তাদের মতো নেই চাহিদা, নেই অভাবচলছে দিন কাটছে সুখে নাই কোন অভিযোগশুধুই আছে রাশি রাশি প্রসন্নতাআর আছে আত্মতৃপ্তি যা আমাকে ঘিরেবলয়ের মতো ঘোরেআর এখানে নেই এমন কেউ পাগলযে আমাকে ভুতের ভয়…

I understand is the most suitable obstacle to reacha point, the point is disintegrating, virtually thereis no perpetual point, it is its strength, no one canvanish it