Thorn
They fastened my heart with the thorn
Though it is not visible but
Randomly giving me
Pain
My heart weeps with the pain of the thorn
Each and every day and night
The sharp knife which they have
Thrown.
You may think mine that I am crazy or stupid
You can’t understand or imagine the wound
It will not be cure
Indeed.
They are looting me each and every moment
They don't leave me behind to give hard beating
Till I take the last breathe at the last
Moment.
I find mine in the abyss of sadness
Being a Bengali I can't use filthy words to them
Half way of my life has gone
Yet I could not learn abusive
One.
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