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Md. Rubel Islam Poem
From the trouble shooting mind
An incestuous relation grow,
Making the mind a devil to One
And to the lover’s eyes a hero.
One giving enormous pain on going
And the other wanton bliss,
One making the canals please
And other sufferings to accomplish.
Both had power pushing the mind in hell
All the purity washing from vein,
And helping to burn heart like foul
Day by day diving into deep untold pain.
Don’t love to accomplish pain
Don’t go closer one another like hell,
Love is like an one act play
That starts gaily but ends as unreal.
Copyright © Md. Rubel Islam | Year Posted 2019
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Md. Rubel Islam Poem
Always I passed beside the bows
But never I personally taste its pain
Successfully once I entered its realm
Getting the hope of blissful heaven .
Ah ! What a happy life you and me
Thinking never I will leave the bows
But you betrayed being other spouse
And I know now the pains of happy bows .
The nature started to sing when we united
Now I see them weeping days and nights
When I passed by and painfully observed
And now never the bows sing as you part .
Once you yet entered there after the parting
To make the bows clam and bliss with
Your pretended weep that the bows believe
But not so long the the bows surmised
The betrayed your weeping was fake always .
When I at first dare not to entered the bows
To have the pains of their taste to the least
But now I have become the Friend of
The fake bows for Every days having no rest .
Like the short clothed nature I surmise
You and I became united for a few days
For the peeping bows' happiness to taste
But the bows happiness turned fake Always .
Composed on :- 09/9/17 @ 12.00 pm
Copyright © Md. Rubel Islam | Year Posted 2024
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