Tears roll down from many of eyes
Hearing there a Muslim deadly cries,
The attacked cries from acute pains
As bleeding from some of the veins,
Fleshes have been torn out of body
And marrow from some of the joints
‘Oh! That may not live more anyway, ‘
Was whispering the feared crowd,
In any violence in whole India
The tortured Muslims are in media
Targeted as the minor community
More, feared to push out of country.
Fill pond, lakeFlow through riverTo the sea,The sea makes vaporsSends to the sky, airAs cloudsClouds fallAs rain drops.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 07/05/2017
With love and careLife is easyAdding cleanliness moreIt is, as well, disease-free.
Overcome the craggy pathTo cover the long gapTo be worldly or spiritually successfulAnd don’t miss at all.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/02/2017
MirrorMirrorsOur facesWhen we standIn front.
Are to be rational in creations but mostly wrongs in plans.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 25 October 2017
It is quite wicked, bestial and devilish powerAnd which has made you power worshipper,And you are not human, social or state serverBut you are severely brutal and oppressor.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza |10/06/2017
