Well seed

Here while rainingSometimes hailing seenIt causesMuch loss of crops,It increasesSadness of farmers,Finally effects fall onThe entire nation.

Some of them ripeAnd most of them green,Naughty boys and girls on itForcefully, repeatedly on shakingTo fell all the fruitsGreen and ripe,Now the treeTotally fruitfree.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright

Daughter or partnerI give birth youYou call me motherIn the womb I bear your embryoYou call me spouseBaby comesCalls you dad and me momThis baby is our daughter or sonWe two play roles almost equalOne male and another femaleYou can do itI can do thatSo no more discriminationWe are going to face again,We need bearWe…

Repeatedly shown those while talkingBut hardly are seen in proper ruling,Administering to secure the rightsOf fully or partly oppressed, deprived;I am not saying about others butOur absurd democracy and leaders.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 9 November,2017

My village isA stretching green fieldFull of green grassAnd golden crops, creepy spot.

O, tree, through this fertile earth you grow outThen catch too many leaves, flowers, fruits;I have no shade, no color, no foodTo you Creator has caused me connected,For shade, color, foodAnd other necessary stuff,I ever wishYou grow more these for all of us,You obey His ordersWe forever get from you our favors.