My selfish own divine mission.
“Myself definitely worth nothing, In the eyes of the society but, My selfish own divine mission.
Which myself depends on, no one else but! Strive in the name of the Lord in my lonely life,
To fulfill my ambition without a split of blood In the streets of politics‘?”
--Author Abdul Haye Amin.
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Colour of States Truth? By Abdul Haye Amin.
“As always nation act as blinds and deaf to spoil my days,
until where struggle in life and endless prosecutions and tears by,
all color of nationalities not to drive the States.
As I ever dreamed faked in this world of love,
day before Yesterday Those who regarded my enemy,
and neglected once for day of freedom of truth.
For not myself nor for this world but for,
my own cast and for my peoples,
the price of my pain ashes in my vain,
without surprise in Judgment in the Kingdom.
where impossible in nature colour of my vision of dream
as 'Nelson Mandela' at last revealed as,
'Bongo Bandhu' of Bangladesh in volume not in weight?
I therefore, nothing to be proud of myself today for,
my dear Lord on earth?”
By Bilingual's Author Abdul Haye Amin.
The name of my HEART is Wems
In its awesomeness I crave my poems
The name of my MIND is Henry
It is the great chef that cooks the story
The name of my SOUL is Temmy
Its charming grabs make the feelings foamy
My nature is Olábòsóyè
Through it I got my haye
My nomenclature is Wèmímó
In it I made my self an Arsenal of my armor
The grace is Oláolúwá
For its blessings, I mount any tower
Be inspired! Say your names
Battalion column coup de grace;
It’s what was planned, but didn’t work that way.
We’ve bled all our embarrassments
At bayonet point and now must cede the day.
God damn the blasted cavalry;
They’ve left this muddy field a bloody pool.
All hell for the artillery;
I’d like to face one gunner in a duel.
It’s over, done and finished with.
The very best withdraw in disarray.
La Garde reculé.
Tanha Garg....
Ek ladka deewana sa....
Ek ladki ko chahne lga...
Aise lagi preet use...
Usko apna khne lga...
Ankhon me ke k sapne hzar
Usko dil me bsane lga
Ek din lagi use chot pyar ki
Tukdo me wo bikhar gya
Tuta dil tute khawab sab
Haye judai shne lga
Preet na chuti uski pyar ki
Bekhabar sa wo rhne lga
Aise mari thokar sbne
Tanha garg khlane lga...
Amar prem tha preet amar
thi....
Cheen liye sb hq jeene k...
Mout ne apna hath diya...
Or dewana wo chala gya...
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