A mould of flesh
What does it call?
A human being
What does it mean?
Hoards, eats and sleeps
When it gets tired takes rest
Does it all that he possess?
At pleasure it jumps
In pain it coils in
Does it have the power of thinking?
Oh, yes,
That’s the great
And only quality
On the basis of which
A body of meat
Turns into human
Otherwise it remains
As valueless as
Few pounds of reddish clay.
When you agree with meI have a great regardOn your counter viewI agree to disagreeYou must give meFull creditFor my counter view.
না ।তাই তো তুমি আমকে ভাবছ আমি কিছুই না ।আর আমি?আমি দেখছি শুধুই জলএক পুকুর সম্ভাবনার জল আর হাঁটু গেড়ে মাপছি তার দৈর্ঘ্য এবং প্রস্থতারপর গভীরতা মেপে ঠিক করে নেব আমার শক্তির পরিমাণআর এই শক্তি দিয়ে আমি কি কি করতে পারিভাবতে গেলেই গা শিউড়ে ওঠে,মন পুলকিতও হয় বটে,আবার গায়ে ধরে ঘ্যাম ।আর সেই মুহূর্তেই তুমি…
He was living a half-broken life containing half happiness and full sorrow with which like a novice started writing love poems and sad poems. Too much use of computer brought severe back pain with, he was virtually dying with deep thoughts and deep ideas but those never becoming good poems lack of words. Failures griped…
work, I accept thething as it is, nohidden meanings,straight and linear,crafts need twisting:unnecessary pain,I drink flatness as itbrings a bowl ofpeace, it appearsvery normal, do notdig and bring outthe skull, do notput its head downand ass up, it nowupsets me
To burn the coalTo get warmthTill to extinguishTo become old.
It was not fever when I checkedAn uncanny fear gripped my soulThe bricks of the walls of my roomLooked back at me with direful eyesWhen I casually looked at themThey started to dance with funny soundsWith a bed sheet when I covered my headIn my mind that fearful momentRushed in many a scary thoughtwhat, if…
