And thieves
Used to snatch
And steal
And run away
With valuables.
But
Now
The govt.
Is after
With its sleuths
And policemen
To search and raid
Along with the dogs
And income taxmen.

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at this
machine…
drinking
smoking
typi ng
it was a most
splendid
miraculous
time
still
is
only now
instead of
moving toward
time
it
moves toward
us
makes each word
drill
into the
paper
clear
fast
hard
feeding a
closing
space.

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Once there was a boy who
wanted to be beautiful
and a girl who
wanted to be strong.
The boy was worried
that he wasn’t beautiful enough.
The girl was worried
that she wasn’t strong enough.
One day they went out to seek
their fortunes.
But there was nothing.
There was nowhere for them to go
Nothing for them to see
No one for them to meet.
There was no story for them
to be in.
They couldn’t even meet each other.
You may have thought they had already met
but they hadn’t
because there wasn’t anywhere
for them to meet.
Until you came along
and decided that you can do
something about it.

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Then
Out,
Disqualified
As one who was.

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Once
Gone
In and from earth,
Then no more chance.
About
RARe Stanza:
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6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,
At the joining point, line No. 4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 16 June, 2018

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Once was
No chaos,
Mankind
Ate food,
Drank water
Breathed air,
Walked path
Felt good,
Were healthy
And happy.

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across the tear washed sky,
their iridescent gleam
slanting down on the waters below,
Buds burgeoning on every branch,
Flowers opening their delicate folds,
and summer bees spiraling around
gathering nectar for frosty days.
Saw radiant smiles gleaming past
Angelic babes’ innocent face,
Men toiling from dawn to dusk
going about their lives’ odyssey,
Speeding vehicles moving down
as ants, in an unbroken chain,
Nature, posing from time to time
in silken green, amber gold
and in dazzling white
Everything fleeted past
As through the window
of a speeding train.
Neither did they linger long
nor were they daubed bright
in paints variegated
on my mind’s impressionable canvas
to call them back to mind at will.
I lived my life in acute haste.
Colours, shades and myriad scenes
passed me by as common sight
But now with a heavy mist blocking out my sight
and an inexorable dark
covering me like a shroud,
plunging me, all of a sudden, into a perpetual night
where sun beams never again shall fall
I realize with a jolt, how much I have missed
and how much more I will miss!

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