Life Bangla Poems

At this very moment coolies screamed, ‘train', 
We scampered packing up our bags and bales, 
A long-awaited train’s a certain bane, 
But this one turned...

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A pair of slave girls waved chamar to thee, 
As diamonds flashed with light of lamps well lit, 
A king of kings must have fallen...

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I

As things do return home like a refrain, 
On way back from a country tour were we,
A leisurely long trip—my kin and me, 
And met...

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I became quite
When I feel
they no longer want
my presence and good vibes

I became quite
when I feel
my voice and expressions
can't pass through their deaf ears and...

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Unanimous, one voice

The depth of the night
As dark as she may be
Why have fear to say
Must shall they see!

Turbid shall be the flow
Enormity be it...

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Hey you out there 
Life hasn't been fair
I see you,
This is something true
On that street corner you stand
Need a hand
 This corner is important at...

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Whatever is good is God.
Whomever chooses to be bad is just evil
So let the foul pollute himself.
Whomever continues to lie let them lie
bad liars must...

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I read with sadness an article in one of the social media platforms. Where a Young Nigerian Celebrity stated clearly that she just want to...

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Treasures of honey in the flowery fertile lands; sweetest smell of splendid fruits; full of basket by the several handmade cakes in different seasons; the...

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Profane Speech
Russel Abdur Rahman 

There is no history that everyone is blind at night
Murk has eye, Lingo and it likes to love with hungrily song
And...

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Hearing only the words to my heart's 
seeing only with my eyes' consent
Doing what no one does 
Being what none can be 
Me
My Life
My Wish
My...

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Life is a small boat on the river bank,
The wave is constantly rolling in the floating river.
The wave is constantly rolling in the floating river.
The...

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What stones tell

I followed a track in the landscape, rocks dug up
clay clings to the stones unhappy and exposed in the daylight
need a good shower,...

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Scrawny roots dried out by the harsness of daily life.
This is the only ones I have to feed us with because of
   ...

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Random Journey 

Is the inception of a voyage the end of abstract nothingness? 
Or the beginning of conscious life as driving to town buying the...

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