To depict image
Of his emotions
Poems are one of the images
Image plays with the words.
Now programme plays with the words
Words are programmed in poems
Images after images without human touch and emotions!
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On my door steps
So death is very natural to meIf you still want me to cryI shall do thatBut rememberI have no tears to shedAs you made my ducts dryAll deaths are equalNo difference to me at allWhether a bullet or bombKills a childNo biasKnown to my tear dropsNo colour I feelI suffer the same painWhen a child…
the night before yesterday
from a country of far eastwhere holy waters meetwas disturbing a girl on netthe girl was an extra smartanyhow she managed to catchand dragged the boy on a roofto teach him lesson for lifein anger and raze she droppedfrom a height of about fifty feetbut with her wonders she sawthe naughty boy did not die…
Now I sit and wonder
Though i have been always there, upon her chestyet she did not catch my eyesand I,too careless to realizeher beauty and gracetill yesterdayfor a personal reasona long distance I had to travelso I got up earlyand at the nearest stoppageI caught a busrecently bought by the government and colored greenthe road was laid like a…
I
The union uniqueMelting completely like a leadA spirit full of glass half is you half is meWe drank together to be one and blotting out being twoBlowing out independent existence making a covalent bondWe were one minstrel singing song sweet in alleys and streetA sound boom bang we misunderstood, no more I singA bone in…
I was well and doing good
No pang, no tinge of sadnessAnd mind knew no worriesI had been completely at peaceBefore I just lured by a fair fairyTo the comforts of physical worldAnd the dazzling beckons of luxuryNothing wrong in it to have desiresTo ride on clouds, to climb on cliffsAs I got this demon to have saidBut never warned about…
আমরা সবাই জন্মেছি মানুষের ঘরে
আড়াল করে এক অতি সত্য কথাশুধু চলেছি উড়িয়ে মিথ্যার পতাকামানুষ কখই ছিলনা মানুষের তরেএ সত্য, যে মানেনা সেই বিঘোরে মরে ।