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Tarek Hasan Poem
Logo streets
Tarek Hassan
I saw in Kathmandu in Nepal
Hand-crafted paintings of the city, aesthetic artistry
She did like him forgot
Suddenly the door sound memory.
I went to the Indonesian island of buttam
Filled eyes saw, the sea shore
I wrote the name of the plane splitting book
Baluchar got to bed rest.
I saw the sea waves Malay
A long line of rows in the garden of the plume,
Malekkara arranged the scene, to me,
It was really fascinating, bhuleni mind.
I saw the Maldives, around the island city
Travel enthusiasts spend hours in the parlor
Small passenger plane shuttled everyone
No it does not flying and landing airport.
I've lived long, the city of dreams
Eternal spring in the country, the love
Took her as his workers,
He went to the city, I saw how much
Are there to touch hands
luxury lifetime pass in Palace.
I traveled in China in technology
Many people say to me they don't understand
I was impressed to see the love of their homeland,
How many state alleges the new angirase
lightning at night I have seen in Beijing.
I went to Hong Kong on the way
He also saw how the people
I am surprised the external mix, fascinating behaviors,
I have no one to tell details.
I have seen skilled people in the Philippines exercises
Again I saw something there to look dirty,
I was shocked to see their culture
Girl brutalized the country.
I went to India, to heal the mind
How many scenes have been unknowingly plunge
I have seen the Taj Mahal in Agra, I thought again and again
Why do we need so much love.
I bent down and touched the high mountains of Bhutan
I shook with fear of their lives when the plane varies
I'm going down through the mountains.
I went to Australia, on the ground
I could not keep my feet,
The fate did not respond to me, warning that day
dream is still chasing me.
I love to this day, do not see the city
I did it in the hope chest, one night,
This is a dream I have traveled on the fog
Logo luxury streets.
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Tarek Hasan Poem
Illuminated city
Tarek Hassan
No one in the darkness of night
That strange bird wings
The town was illuminated,
I was fascinated to see continue make-
For a moment was lost in a dream.
I could see the light of how the skyscraper palace
I thought it would be a strong friendship with the sky
The pinnacle of the luxury mansion
The sky seems to have rolls.
Underworld place I've heard a lot of stories, and I could see
Lanes glazing of the city
Many small buildings arranged in color
I am alone in the silent night, the illuminated city.
The photograph on the wall of the mind come up katana
Billboard at the side of the road,
Alleges the god of this world
This city is so beautiful sajalo Who?
I am a worker, worker thinking
The workers involved in labor sweat
This city is so beautiful, cheap labor while celebrating.
But then got frustrated when
Hard work, fair value loss
The city is in the hands of those who would arrange
Just getting some of the abuses and neglect.
And once those entities sleeping jagena
Why is it undesirable to us,
Maybe someday I'll move out of the city
There will be stuck on the walls sweat attalikara workers,
As the scrub, and water soaked city.
I have broken labor to build a Manufacturer
Come back again, maybe the smell of sweat suke
I fall into the hands of workers, the illuminated city.
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Tarek Hasan Poem
Temporary identity
Tarek Hasan
So that was good ---
Why are you dark night
Jonaka burning the light?
You were unknown unknown
who will like you own it.
So that was good ---
Why were you away
My foolish heart?
Red dawn as the sun
Uday were in my life.
That's a good....
Why the tears stream Boy?
If you do not love me
Why was that day with you
My brief introduction.
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Migrant workers and street children
Tarek Hasan
I do not sleep on eyes
Early action is away on leave
I have the luxury of back pain.
I did not question my race today
Abroad my identity?
Most of the walls are stained the conscience of the question
Minded as unwanted, what is the worst?
There is still the heart of the depression fall down.
Logo people tarite torn sail the way,
Common goal pursued by the will-o'-the-wisp
Children in memory of the way up the wall of the picture .
Children born faceless way, why?
Why is he silent, still did not answer
Human cruelty, not their distant
They are hated, god luck on the way out
There's still retired, their running play.
Sometimes the station the station never seen Mohakhali, Jatrabari, Gabtoli intersection,
Look out the rotten dumps to drain the water heater,
Sometimes the traveler exile
Sometimes money Sadarghat two porters.
The way they address their shelterless
There is no guidance on the identity of their birth,
They are sitting next to dumps
The smell of rotten rice spread on the nose,
When fatigue, happiness nest don't find
Do not fall asleep on the way to the park,
I space where foreigners with them.
Hard job labor malicious belly
I went down the road where there Pedestrian
Is next to the trash cans at them,
Nonra afternoon sat down with hand-goody
it does not smell like an owl.
There is no identity of their birth but spent the day
And so what I have received,
What is the way I walked Logo
Lived my life the ultimate curse.
When fatigue overheating on the labor body
Not finding the shadow of the vacation home
Fall asleep by the side of the road, with the head of bricks
And they do not mind, I
And do not be sad whisper, not torn,
I am a migrant worker, my identity
Today, the street children.
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Tarek Hasan Poem
Brother
Tarek Hasan
How are you brother? I'm your younger brother
Last roaming around, taking the sins of Shield bearer
Logo ways of deceit,
Pain in my back against the wall to prevent
Today, severe pain, strength, and not running
What does not seem to be forgotten brother!
Abroad made me guilty
Relatives of crime is difficult to forget,
Non-silent witnesses stood in the dock
I pleaded not guilty in the court of the mind.
This is how criminal civil society
How much of your mind offender locality,
After you I did not do ,,,,
Why break the bonds of Zur, a m Purge Float.
Here I am on this day, that you
Odorous creams read desist dress
No one's ideal love,
But I'm crying quietly asleep City
Palace the foot touches the sky
Who is guilty and made no Very fair.
You have to craft rules bhalasara brother
Sikta I respect you, no seats
Still, under the distant Leave Will not
So how can you Great humanity
The beloved younger brother to forget ..
Violate brother no longer like before life
I'm tired today on Logo
Coming out of my body
Murray still remains up to death
No barane to know what goes on.
Brother You, my friend, you people build a Manufacturer
Compared to you, not you,
It may come sooner or later,
Your door, the younger brother of the body to be frozen.
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Drunk Happiness
Tarek Hasan
Maya ghunura is why you today?
Why do not you see! The old harness
Dancing on music , bowl of wine in hand
sitdown nearby, Large lost.
Drunken traverses, confer was mind
Yet I saw your smile,
The dream seems fake sow
I still love you.
Maya sees you drunk spree
The wine is drunk, why do not you
The message was not honest tell.
Flower bed arranged, how many nights crying
I come back, your nest in the evening
Requested hands repeatedly begging for.
Today, many flower bed arrange flowers
What I saw on the wall in memory of a joke,
lost you, early in the morning to look for
The day could not bring drunk love.
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Where had so much love
Tarek Hasan
Where had so much love and so
Blooms not come to bed
Lamps lit in the evening,
I loved it, the flower bun
Deceitful trap, got fired
I'm alive, is he wrong?
I've come today to door
No deceit woven mesh,
I'm like,
I do not want flowers grow
I think the new.
That was not a dream draw
No Heartless chest,
I do not want to float, like Water hyacinth
Do not get grief.
Frequently returned empty-handed
How long to wait will be,
To prepare a bed of roses
Where had so much love for so long.
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Tarek Hasan Poem
Address lamppost down
Tarek Hasan
City still standing lamp down
Let us count the lonely high-rise building,
Some of the green meadow grass and garbage
Today, thousands of people walk there.
Today, there are many colored lights
The human mind is enlightened,
I was surprised and looked foolish!
Some thought the brain was raided.
Opened all the love
I garechi the palace,
Touch my hand is on
Cement covering iron.
You have to have art on the wall
I believe that I drop gum creams,
This remarkable exhibition luxury there
What was the fair price of labor?
How long have sacrificed their lives
luxury human happiness adventure writing,
In exchange, they were filthy abuse
suffer fill the mind.
Like a beggar forgotten, hunger
A loved one happy! They rushed back and forth,
Logo hours passed repentant
Lamppost down my address today.
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Love triangle
Tarek Hasan
When this heart is one-way love
Looked like crazy at the doors of the beauty,
Many people have heard the hope
Again, disappointed and repeatedly turned back.
Maybe a woman loves to understand trouble
Then came to my house in trouble
The last time of life is sacrificed
Like a madman crazy love
But here is the last life sought
Life wants to trap new dreams
I do not know how much of that crime, I did not want to know
Because of that heart there are many hobbies,
He wants to be ready to change in six seasons
Newly tied bonds of unwanted love
Because the heart wants his full freedom
And if anyone understands, then he is generous
She is really a boyfriend or lover.
I want to lock in a new band
I want to divide love in the interest
If the mind is so much minded if it is too much
If you can understand that I did not hide anything
But if I love you, do not cheat
You know friend and love
My heart is in the temple, but do not hurt me.
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Rohingya children
Tarek Hasan
Come on, brother, leave Rakhain
Dad did not live in the house, mother did not live,
The house that I slept, the fire in the house
Burning, all ashes burn.
Hey brother! Let's go quickly
Go to the country next to the border,
Got it, it's trouble, walking, your way!
We go there and we will eat patley.
Suddenly sat down here!
Not being able to walk two legs,
All lost dear brothers, I do not want to lose you
I have to go, come back on my back.
The child is running a child, he wants to survive,
Sometimes on the mountains, sometimes on the mud,
The child on the shoulder of the Rohingya baby on clay soil
In a grave scene, the camera is captured on the border.
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