Like the sight of a flower nicely held
In between her petals a slice of joy
A chunk of solace which ignite a smile
In the bright weather in my stern face
A piece of heart which receives the light
And validate the falling love which repels
The fear that I am losing
Something in my life
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Every ripple does not make a wave
Yet they are made and kept sendingThe reason we are taughtLife is like an oceanAnd our endeavours are like ripplesWe should keep making themFew of them will create a poem like wavesAnd sometimes make you float up on the shore of success.
The poet express for all; what all cannot express
He does not hide the pain insideInstead he gives life to dead bonesWhen suffered people read his wordsThey realize that they are not alone.
ওভাবে নয় দেখি আমি এভাবে
কর্মতেও উপাসনার সওয়াব পেতে হলে শুরুর পূর্বেই ঠিক করে নিতে হবে কাজের উদ্দেশ্যউদ্দেশ্য যদি হয় সৃষ্টি কর্তার সন্তুষ্টি লাভতখন কবিতা লেখা তো বিশাল বড় এক কাজশুধু বেঁচে থাকবার জন্য নেওয়া হয় যে শ্বাস প্রশ্বাস তাতেও আছে উপাসনারই সওয়াব।ওভাবে নয় আমি দেখি এভাবেউপাসনা করতে হলে এই দুনিয়ায় থাকতে হবে তোমাকে বেঁচেআর তুমি বেঁচে রইলে জীবনে তো…
For my safety and comfort
Nothing will come in or go outA room within a roomI affectionately createI do not move or give sideVertically or horizontallyRight or leftFixed, not even rise aboveTo my points I am rightly rigidI am in love and proud ofMy ideology and lifeThousand times so I kick reason and logicBut one dayThough I know no one…
My life is a leaf
WrittenWith sweat and bloodPages after pagesWith the taste of Pain and joyEvery emotionBig or smallFully chargedPacked and sealedEvery incidentRecoded in detailsFor the experienceGood or badIf you want to learnWhether there is any loveFor you and mankindYou just need to turnThe page number twenty oneChapter after chapterWritten with mixtureOf success and failureIf any oneWritten badlyAnd Tastes…
I cracked up
Among the tressStood I foundSome scratchesOf love signFew cuts out ofFrustrationFew just for funSome took awayMy handsSome my legsNailed meFor their addPealedMy skinFor medicineSuck my bloodFor addictionNot takingIn accountMy painThey made meA toyFor enjoyment.All theseRememberIn disguiseLead you inReal destruction.