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He Was the One To Stop Me

Long time in the agricultural field , working under the rising sun ,
counting the amount of time , to lead a lax time with my wife and son ,
the time never came , but I passed a dozen of month ,
where my master stopped me , leering at me like a beast of hunt .

I heard the legato of my wife - flowing with the midnight winds ,   
working continuously with no rest , logging all the work of my master -    who is malign ,
he - such a maniac , who stopped me from having sufficient food ,
coming from the dark lands of Mombasa ,  never came to know their kind of manhood .

Oh my dearest wife and son , I wish you knew the worst state of mine ,
I cried and prayed to my almighty Lord , - "When would I get rid of this worst - twinge ! ,"
I cried and cried till it became dawn , where the soil cried too - for thirst on and on ,
my eyes began remembering of the majestic "Magpie" , crying for nights in the native land of mine .

I kept on thinking for you my love , but my sinew grew weedy and  frail ,
never think for your frailty , for I have left you with nothing - but personality ,
the world is a stage which is too callous , no place for us , but only  devilry ,
  say no to your failure , keep inviting your success - for there is no time for me to exhale .

Now, there is no time for me to seek success , for my body is completely useless ,
I have no pain, no fear, no joy , for I have left the stage fearless ,
I defeated my fiendish owner ,who kept me far from my wife and son ,
that comes the end of my life , the setting period of my sun ... .

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White : the Colour of Pride

White is a colour which keeps us alive,
yellow in it, creates the entire beehive,
blue in it, changes the air wide,
it is a colour, ever seen by the people – blind.

White is a colour, that creates brightness,
without brightness, every colours seems odorless,
it enlightens, the great Antarctica,
providing it a unique land, alighting it from rest of Eurasia.

White is a colour, which gave us life,
from the time of wars, saved us from a mingle knife,
it is a colour, resembled in most flags,
saving the colour red, which were counted in plenty bags.

I salute the colour, not for its simple phase,
for it made it made me literate, stopping all from the big chase,
make the life a simple like the white snow,
enlightens it from the rest of the world and, just let me know!

“IT’S ALL ABOUT A CHASE AND COMPETITION.”

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Titanic - My Love

Who were those hoodlum, who wanted thy do lour ,
thou were revered by all the classes , honored by only colors' ,
thou ruled the entire family of the galleys , who looked like the great Hercules ,
who had a large amount of strength , whose strength was impenetrable .

Oh my great - Titanic , thou were the stage on which many lovers passed by,
those lovers who enjoyed their voyage dancing "Hula", which made thee more intensify,
there was a Capella sang by the silent water , which gave color to the entire dance ,
where have thy beauty gone , which have left us back alone , giving no further glance .

  It was not thy carelessness , but the carelessness of thy master ,
thy master - underwent enjoying lashings , never thought the approaching disaster ,
in spite of loosing hubris , thou had been praised by all ,
nevertheless it was passable , but thy lifespan had become less and small.



Whom would I like to draw the blunder , for they were also in love  with thy splendor ,
thy luxury would result winning bountiful amount of hearts ,  counting those spirits leaving the globe without blunder ,
I seek pardon to my dearest sweetheart ,  for my humble tears could sail thy gorgeous carcass ,
I have to get rid of all those pains , by crafting thy beauty to the late mausoleum grass .

  
I kept dreaming for thy creative beauty , but beauty never thought for my dreams ,
my thoughts try reaching the sun , but thy imagery covers all the sun beams ,
 I promise to build a minster for thee , where my dreams and thoughts   idolize thy existence ,
the minster would pray the poetic words of mine , never allow my mind-set reveal thy grieve disappearance !

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Where the Nation Is Mine

Where is the nation which speaks love ,
where are the spirits which kept us above ,
where can we find the solution for grime ,
like a tiny mosquito committing a crime ,  
where the air around lives in a coal miners lung - ,
serving all mankind , till the singers sung ,
darkness our future – remains in our fate , 
hard striking sweats – prove together very late . 

Love is far found under the graves ,
humanity is flown in the melodious waves ,
lacking all words – but we act very brave .

Sum up the words – saving bloody lives ,
bawl , cheer , and glamour – forging against the knives ,
clutch on the oldie – seeking truth till you dive .

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Farewell Its Verity

Farewell, the theme of life,
after seeking world hardly with a knife,
none can we stop - reaching – the den of pride,
we   have to go alone following a bride. 

 Farewell a sense appears a while,
hard to get it back, the lost secretion of bile,
tears flow a moment like the majestic river Nile,
none can we stop – reaching – the den of pride.

 Farewell – we mean – detachments of hearts,
no longer found roaming – the certainty of marts,
shedding all the memories,
memories of the past, happiness and worries.

Farewell – the tears stand fake, dripping away love,
happiness thrown away, hatred wins above,
stop shedding tears with no meaning at all,
the tears hamper the view forming a liar’s waterfall!


Strive hard for triumph or see farewell again,
shedding fake liquids, no palpable pain,
I promise to keep farewell alive, with less joy and death,
and feel the meaning of farewells truth, hard passing the last breath. 

M.R. Hossain.

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The Pain of Madame Lionell

Madame Lionell , sitting under a tree ,
asking God , the time of her free ,
the world being so wild ,
showing anger on the lady - who is naked BLIND .

There were none to feel her pain ,
except the neighbors - who thought their gain , 
the new lives then , kicking the world , 
showing  anger  on the lady who is in the blind world .

She started thinking of all her sins ,
from the ancient times - playing with the teens ,
but she cried on and on - screaming , shouting , and she smiled ! ,
thanking God for that behavior - which seemed her so wild .

The new lives thinking about their cradle ,
for getting those pain and those trouble ,
she thought a while for their father ,
who would think for those tiny heirs - she said "RATHER."

Now , the fearful dark night grew ,
decreasing pain for both the sinew ,
bearing the pain for months well ,
again , thinking for  her husband's  farewell .

Oh my dear leaving alone ,
can't utter a word for my bones ,
remembering the words which you told ,
"NEVER THINK OF SILVER BUT ONLY GOLD !. " 

Now I feel the calmness of my pain ,
feel  joyful for my new veins ,
not feeding them with the words of love ,
but their fathers peaceful words of dove!.

The darkness grew more forever ,
the brightness grew for them - for me never ,
she dream t  a while - the dilemma of fame ,
" Will my son keep the importance of our name ?"

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The Taste of Wits

Love is a word , sung by the arts ,
with no blood and life , attracts every heart,
love in the sense , attract a great Mozart ,
making itself fake , at last , like a dart .

It starts to hate , hate the brut star ,
the reason of your wounds , the pain of those scars ,
triumph leads to life , but disaster leads to war ,
know you the reason , why am I so far .

I have seen love , from the time of birth ,
having faces of - joy and mirth ,
tasting a bit - the taste of joy ,
tasting milk or bars , whether a girl or a boy.

Whom shall I tell , the story to share ,
taste it by every buds , but even take care ,
love seems very sweet , but bitter after its taste ,
bitter makes it very hard , life in waste .

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Mother Steps Out

Smiling forever , caring me for nights ,
how can I forget my mother , who was all time apposite ,
Crooner thy lullabies' , thy anger quite meek ,
will thee come back , mother , when I seek .

Never I dream , but now I see ,
thy majestic shadows , which had flee ,
thy smile too laud , which provide remembrance a lot ,
remembrance of our almighty , praying for thy immortality .

Bonn voyage my mother , for beginning the journey of death ,
I could not feel thy feelings , the feelings of thy last breath ... ,
thinking and crying for thy disappearance , thy disappearance changed my eyes very Brut ,
thinking in the sense for thy journey , crying in the sense to know the journey route .

Oh mother , keeping me touch since the past nine months ,
the touch was painless for me , but painful for thee , 
 it was thy soft hand , which , taught me to grunt ,
 never I thought present condition of mine , for creation last a moment and then to flee . 
Smiling forever , caring me for nights ,
how can I forget my mother , who was all time apposite ,
Crooner thy lullabies' , thy anger quite meek ,
will thee come back , mother , when I seek .

Never I dream , but now I see ,
thy majestic shadows , which had flee ,
thy smile was too laud , which provide remembrance a lot ,
remembrance of our almighty , praying for thy immortality .

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The Great Havoc: Mahasen

The moment of my start , 
the destruction of thy art,
hearing the songs of theocracy ,
the songs for saving thee .

The intonation of deadly scream ,
heard across the vast stream ,
lest none had to stop me , 
for me to stop to see thy majestic beauty.

I heard the words of my master ,
who plans well for thy disaster ,
who creates the scenery well as common , 
serving a wide from the times of Romans .

He sends me often here ,
for punishing the big malevolence , 
but I never saw the wonders - for thy fear ,
for thy deep oceans help my tolerance .


I wish could I give thee a chance , 
to see the world with a second glance ,
nevertheless the order remains order after all ,
keep waiting for me to hear the next call .

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Life’s Strange Bargains

If love for your spouse you choose to neglect,  
Your neighbor may swoop in with fond respect.  
If workers you treat with little care,  
Your rivals will claim them, sharp and aware.  

A job in your field may keep you afloat,  
Yet greatness is born where no lessons were wrote.  
In medicine's halls, one truth rings tight—  
No syringe is touched till the purse feels light.  

A man with success sees his wife take the stand,  
She guides, supports—a secretary at hand.  
But failure flips the tale once more,  
The secretary steps in as wife to adore.  

For jobs, they demand those well-versed and wise,  
Yet fresh faces alone meet their searching eyes.  
In marriage, they dream of innocence new,  
But find instead experience true.  

Mohammed Rakibul Hossain