With the fountain pens
The books once
Were well written
Which were read by lots of readers;
Now on various color, kind of paper
With modern printer
Books after books
Are being made about
But some modern readers
Who only see these beautiful books.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 05/06/2017
That the powers of controllingHas lost the falconer,Now they are aimingAt the animals live in our bower.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │21 January,2018
How a little bee active!How a little ant active!How a human puts technique!To live and to surviveHow they struggle in life!Worldly means to archive;Spirituality is now forgottenAnd also forbidden,Spiritually, is going back humanTowards the primitive prone.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 27 October,2017
FaceTruth,Soul needs to saveNo other case.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
With love and careI looked at the woundedFrom them expelled fearSoon they got cured.
That spatter bloods in airPoor bloods float on water,Continue flame and soundSmokes spread all around,The earth turns black-redNo more than a death bed,The earth has been turnedInto a field of terrible warAnd a pit of complete fireNo escape but to be burned,More than ferocious are theyDestroying all who feel gayAnd committing crimes allCharge the guiltless…
One has been givenSowed by otherBy all taken careHarvested by each oneBoth good cropsAnd bad crops,What’ll affect each oneTo eternally gainOr to eternally get painNo chance will be again.
