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Moom Rahaman Poem
Salts are in my tears
Salts are in my sweat,
You ought to call me Sea.
Copyright © Moom Rahaman | Year Posted 2015
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Moom Rahaman Poem
Everyone is busy
I am not
I am free
Will you buy me!
Copyright © Moom Rahaman | Year Posted 2015
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Moom Rahaman Poem
Dear Poetry
Have fun and take a break
I am busy to earn my bread
Copyright © Moom Rahaman | Year Posted 2016
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Moom Rahaman Poem
I wish I could be a tree
After dead I could be a cherished furniture!
Copyright © Moom Rahaman | Year Posted 2015
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Moom Rahaman Poem
Mommy
Please provide me a pillow
You know, I can't sleep without pillow
And for God sake don't dressed me white
You know, I love colorful dresses
Put a little perfume on my neck
And for heaven's sake
Don't put me in a freezer
I hate colds
Don't allow them to do the autopsy
You know I am frightened
Mommy
O Mama
Kiss me as you did in my childhood
Ah, you forgot to adore me once I am grown
Just give me hug before I sleep
Request everyone to stay away
Can't take the crowd anymore
Mommy
O mama
Don't call me anymore
Don't scream or shout
I am just going home
Let my bed get ready
Put a Jasmine plant at head-side
You know, I love fragrance.
Copyright © Moom Rahaman | Year Posted 2015
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Moom Rahaman Poem
My daughter said
Papa you cut the trees
You tear the books
I look amazed wired
She is sensible
She said
Sorry to say
I also saw that
You destroy the birds nest
In my dream
I saw.
My daughter a reasonable and sensible girl
She cultivate love in heart
For the trees, birds and books
Thank God
Yet she doesn't understand the difference of nightmare and dream.
Copyright © Moom Rahaman | Year Posted 2016
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They were twins
Attached together with an emotional safety pin
Who knows when and why
One stay in the earth other fly to the sky
Raindrop
And
Teardrop
The twin were knotted
Rarely in the form of Dewdrop they are spotted.
Copyright © Moom Rahaman | Year Posted 2015
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Moom Rahaman Poem
It’s a game
and like other games
it has an ending
doesn’t matter
you win or loss
play the gambling called
life.
Copyright © Moom Rahaman | Year Posted 2016
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Moom Rahaman Poem
Every night I sleep tight.
One morning I wont wake up,
Right?
Copyright © Moom Rahaman | Year Posted 2015
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Moom Rahaman Poem
I am not me
You are not you
I am you
And You ate me.
We are the ONE.
Copyright © Moom Rahaman | Year Posted 2016
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