Women Bangla Poems

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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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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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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The Goldfish Bowl


Once injected with water, sorrow becomes colorless and tasteless
Inside the glass bowl, all lives
only live seven seconds

The same route, again and again --
The...

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How it commenced

Some fish found it difficult to breaths
Underwater, they swam ashore and rested
Later they crawled to the garden of Eden
Where grew hands and feet

The...

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Are your troubles women?
Are your troubles money?
Were your troubles hidden
when you found them funny?...

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As worshippers in Australia lift holy hands to Heaven
I recall promises to pray for the ill, the aged, the convalescent

Praise-worthy voices dance exquisitely, inside a...

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O independent State, O civilized life
you give my Rupsa back. 
Her desire, her love ... let me touch once. 
I have seen the orphaned childhood
for...

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A baby gorilla's bedtime is a harmonic period when the bananas line up with little leaf rattles to softly croon to slumber the furry ball....

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Those who knew me—no one lives in the neighborhood anymore
Play danguli or whistle with lips, those who knew me
no one lives anymore, not everyone’s life...

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October Friday 
This morning was green and a mild wind from 
Morocco blew I was in Casablanca once 
bought a pair of slippers it is...

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Fate has finally caught up with their war crimes
And their memories now recall those bloodied times
The women they raped and the children they killed
The freedom...

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No Longer, Silent 

Could it not be
that youth of Muslim origin
go and fight in Syria and elsewhere
Because they see western nation 
bombing one country 
but...

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No Longer, Silent 

Could it not be
that youth of Muslim origin
go and fight in Syria and elsewhere
Because they see western nation 
bombing one country 
but...

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More pains and, we are all gone!
More troubles; we would all perish!
More sorrows; we would all vanish!
More agony; we would all died!
More misery; the tears...

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