Moses one of the great prophets
showing Christ as an even greater prophet
both sent by God to do His will (Ex 3: 1-12/ John 6: 57)
forever we are in their debt
Both born under remarkable circumstances( Ex 2: 1-16/ John 20: 30)
as well as under threat of death at birth (Ex 1: 15-22/Luke 1: 23-38)
God's hand destined to bless them
preserving them in all the earth
Mediators were they before God and man (Ex 20: 19-22/ 1Tim 2: 5)
reconciliation was their required aim
pointing all to Calvary's cross
where the prize redemption had came
Living foodless for a required time (Ex 34: 28/Matt 4: 2)
proving God to be their real sustainer
then provide food for the people (Ex 16: 2-22/John 6: 5-13)
show their authority to be a no-brainer
Teacher, Prophet, Lawgiver and King
(Deut 4:5)(Deut 18:15-19)( Ex 31: 28)(Deut 33: 5)
(Matt 5:12)(Deut 18: 15, 18)(John 1:17)(Matt 21:5)
just a few titles that they held
Moses to be sure a Prophet supreme
pointed to Christ the greater word did bring
Monodies on corona, like dirges, are often common
Many die, senses say, many are, like a carcass, buried
Amidst excessive ‘counts’ of ‘imported’ vaccination
Paramount time spent greatly on nationwide election
‘Masks’, ‘Distance’, they say, nothing ever practiced
'Stars' and 'Models' on ads advise petty pretty precaution
Jobless, foodless run long many a laborers’ marathon
Mothers, fathers, wives, children, kith, and kin unfed
Yet, caring, on their way, many helpless unknown brethren
‘Nation is fit financially’ ‘experts’ assure every so often
‘Rations limitless’ they say, who gets even mosses of bred?
Life becomes, for poor, martyrdom, every console gone
Rich becoming richer and poor pushed head and heart down
Normal citizens are seen, day by day, going hungry to bed
Corporatism has been becoming a common phenomenon
Prices hike like climaxes of tragedies darkness and no dawn
Slogans, as though, anthems and symphonies widespread
Every politician delivering their power-speeches well-spun
Normal natural life paralyzed as though existence bed-ridden.
Reasons for millions of orphans: war, sickness, poverty, natural disasters, and abandonment are among some of the leading causes.
So you want to know what its like to be a gay man longing to be a gay father
We are the damaged goods left behind
The last pick from the collection
Yet fine picking comes at a cost
Give me the masses
the girl displaced from a natural disaster
ill take her
the boy abandoned at the fire station
ill take him
the children homeless foodless loveless
ill take them
To the 140 million orphan children in our world
Ill take the masses
just let me care for one of them
just let me be a dad
i just want to be a dad
why Can't I be a dad?
I know i'll make a great dad.
Reasons for millions of orphans: war, sickness, poverty, natural disasters, and abandonment are among some of the leading causes.
So you want to know what its like to be a gay man longing to be a gay father
We are the damaged goods left behind
The last pick from the collection
Yet fine picking comes at a cost
Give me the masses
the girl displaced from a natural disaster
ill take her
the boy abandoned at the fire station
ill take him
the children homeless foodless loveless
ill take them
To the 140 million orphan children in our world
Ill take the masses
just let me care for one of them
just let me be a dad
I just want to be a dad
I just want to know ill get to be a dad
I know i'll make a great dad.
Huge raining time, but no pain in sky heart
Heron is flying with white could mountain
Under the shadow I'm walking towards
Blue sea crackling the address of shedding
Two birds tweeting for aching foodless life
Lockdown under unlock key to breathe good
Drizzle running after joking hotness
Sudden raindrops drenching veins of fever
Henna on your hairs digging noiseless grave
Black Sabbath singing loudly- God is dead
Ending stream comes but not with sole stoppage
Gruff truth playing with prayer of explore
Puzzled eyes groping in the barren womb
Time to lame time spreading unsure theory
01.07.2020 Chattogram
History of world drinking now venom of curse
Dying listlessly believer, disbeliever, sinner, pious
Without money the world life is meaningless
Hungriness knows no warning fate of death
Foodless home is bitter more than final doom
Give food, not cheap lockdown in belly goon
30.04.2020 ( Chattogram City)
She owns the delicacy of a human touch
She can be the spice to a foodless lunch
She has a silence to make a man hear a threat
She is curvy even when she stands up straight
She has a smile that melts a man in the cold
She has eyes that beam even when they are closed
She can cuddle a giant and make him hairless
She can blow a kiss and leave a man breathless
She has the swag of a lioness in the woods
She has a roar the makes the world heedful
She can turn a house into a home with her presence
She knows from her womb the meaning of existence
fear of a vulnerable mirage
hides in picture of devastating war pain
homeless foodless thoughtless less to all less
too restless peace less helpless peoples’ images
wreckage debris bleeding bodies in craters here and there
ought to have been passed away all good days as already dreamt
If happens in any way nothing will be there to be controlled such destruction
world shall be back and suffer for another hundred years to regain the present position
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We have been shot
And left to die!
Will let us?
But you wonder
''Who shot them?''
Yes, we have been shot
Shot!
By Poverty!!!
It shot us!
It is shooting us!
Will you let it
Shoot and kill us?
It is a robber
It came
Suddenly,
Like the Christ's coming
Unannounced!
Nay, it never left
After then!
Now,
We are bleeding
From its shots!
Clothless
Foodless
Homeless
Joyless
Smileless
Laughless
And,
Hopeless!!!
We are
Licking our wounds
Chewing cuds
Drinking our own blood
Oozing from our wounds!
So we ask again
Will you watch us die?
Will you rescue us?
Or
Will you say
Rot with your killer?
We wait
Though we wait not!
My tears like golden leaves may fall again
And bring to memory its rain
My hope like frisky winds may pursue love
Sleepless, foodless, clueless till
The end. Life is nothing but to will
Its heart, and I from the ark am dove
Enough to believe you are
My enterprise and northern star
We will sing no sad songs a second time
But in your love find my clime
For peace and that long elusive rest
I could not know without you
I could not know without you
And the sweet pillow of your breast
Guide me to your joy
Where nothing my dreams annoy.
Nature calls from under bush.
Rain floods from the sky.
Wet grass soaks my feet.
Wind carry me as the cold
freezes me to the bone.
Branches scratch my limbs.
Thorns pearce my flesh.
Mountains bang against my
knees.
When i cry.
When i cry angels hear my
pain.
Foodless stomach, sleepless
eyes.
Womanless groin
Angels hear when i cry.
Dry thoart, dry tears, cracked
lips, crying spoiled baby
sounds.
Head on the ground
Angels hear when i cry.