Best Crores Poems

What is life?
Life is just eating, sleeping and making sex
to show your identity
that, you  have strength enough
to produce kid, to earn your bread and butter
to nurture your child
And to prove the society
that, you have not added any extra burden 
etc, etc, etc........
Am I right...

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It was Me All Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong....
What To Do ? 
What To Do ?
Choose Which Queue ?
Ah Ya ! Mr. Motivator will Help ,
I thought with Just a...

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THIRU-VALLUVAR discourses on the duties of the King's Ministers* in the THIRUK-KURAL: AMAICCHU - K637 and K639
[* In presentday context, read as Minister(s) of State, Secretary of State, Special Counselors in the government, etc.]

K637: seyatkai arinththak kadaiththum ulakaththu
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*.corrupt:
We are real files of the world,
Better than files of computational emerald;
Viruses can't fight with us,
Hard to find,Tough to scan from surplus;
You wont get any such file extensions,
We are our politicians' inventions;
We make more copies of ourselves,
Worms should doubt in themselves;
Hacking is just breaking into...

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Can you hear a babe crying of hunger?
The mother has no milk in breast to feed her.
I turned to see them but found two skeletons,
Few bones covered with skin, Are they humans?
The mother has no strength to beg for feeding her offspring,
Counting her last breath...

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"The prayer"

It was the time when the God almighty
Took rest for a while after creation of
The wonderful world filled in
All the necessity of survival.
Each and everything was
Very accurate and punctual.
He wished to pour the sea of happiness
Into this marvelous creation.
Then the delightful form of life...

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Inner beauty lasts long 
                                        ...

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It was Me All Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong....
What To Do ? 
What To Do ?
Choose Which Queue ?
Ah Ya ! Mr. Motivator will Help ,
I thought with Just a...

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Little Reina in the midst of a dream
Hands holding her cheeks like a beam
What’s in her thoughts, you wonder?
Can it be about lightning and thunder?

A serene expression is on her face
She’s enlightened and full of grace
May be dreaming what she’d be as a teen
Perhaps an...

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With the era of capitalism 
We were making people's 
Slaves that are the equi bearers 

In their own den
Living with the neediness
Surviving like a prey
With a great fear

With the sunrise of modernity 
We had lacked our society 
To be great 
We want to be guilt...

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Money is your wish,
You have no love of without money,
Sweetheart love to hear you,
Love is not my game.

This breath stops,
even when this life stays,
It remains a million crores,
Only the shroud one climbs,
Neither do you weigh the money,
I do not have any value,
Sweetheart love to hear...

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It was Me All Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong....
What To Do ? 
What To Do ?
Choose Which Queue ?
Ah Ya ! Mr. Motivator will Help ,
I thought with Just a...

Continue reading...

It was Me All Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong....
What To Do ? 
What To Do ?
Choose Which Queue ?
Ah Ya ! Mr. Motivator will Help ,
I thought with Just a...

Continue reading...

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 so!
Champions are we
To be one of the unsung heroes
Where butterfly strikes the try
Audacity, to the life, in remnants of diversity!

There...

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Assassin

 Jinnatul Hossain Tanim

 Listen, listen, listen, ungrateful, unfaithful assassin has dreamed of liberation. 

In the Second World War, the world leader Hitler whispered the wreckage of the wreckage of the world.

 How many crores in plunder, how many miles, All written in Israel, 

Listen,...

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