Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Flowers And Men

Flowers are of many colors and kinds;Men are same too. We love foxglove, tulip,Lily and rose because they are flowers.Why can't we love then all men..

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Talk Less

If you talk and your talk does not sound sweetLike the songs of birds, remain silent then.If you talk and your talk does not smell sweetLike the..

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Still Some People

Still here are some peoplewho love the darkness of nightsand love to go back to villageswith their wives and children.At least at the departure of..

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Apu's Letter To Durga Didi

At last, you too, O Didi, have eatenThe fruit of the forbidden tree!Those who eat its fruit are thrown away by GodFrom the garden of Eden into the..

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My Two Eyes

My two eyes seem deadLike the rivers of Bangladesh.There is no sign of water now.But within my heartThere flows a sweet riverDark and deep;There..

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My Heart

My heart, shouting aloud like an ass,Doesn't let me sleep at night.When I close my eyes,It hurts me by throwing its legs.If I forbid to stop,It..

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A Pure Slave

Often I swear, I won'tLet her enter my heart!Breaking down that resolve,My foolish phone reaches her every day.Those who love lament laying down..

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O The Cowboy

One hundred years ago, where had you been?When your mother was a little girlWho was growing like a pine tree,Could anybody imagine then a big man..

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Seller

Illiterate and impious is heWho lives on selling nut;And his brother runs his familyBy selling Jhal-Muri*.But you, o the bull of religion,Live on..

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God (Poem By Kazi Nazrul Islam)

O brother, who are youscouring the sky and the earthfor the Lord of the world?Who are youwandering through the wildernessand ascending the..

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Suu Kyi

I cultivated roses in my garden;I thought I would offer you a garland.But when the flowers heard your name,they all fell off in shame like dead..

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Modern War

What a death, where there is no cry,Only dumb fear;Eyes become stone, sandy and dryAnd don't shed tear!Silently die, not one, many,Utter no words;If..

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Sayeed Day

No Valentine ever did love like me;Who where loved his beloved from so farAs I love you, Lorena? If you seeAnyone in whole world, I'm a liar.No..

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Mother

Like medicine in pain,Like cool water in thirstAnd like pleasure in gain,Mother, you were to me,Though I could not at firstRealize it. Now I seeMy..

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I Am Into Your Heart

You say I am into your heart;And sitting on its boughIn your sleep and waking, I startSinging sweet love-song now;And then you ask me, how?You ask me..

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Kapatakkha River (Poem By Michael Modhusudan Dutt)

Always, o river, you peep in my mind.Always I think you in this loneliness.Always I soothe my ears with the murmurOf your waters in illusion, the..

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Mad Series

Mad: 1He was angling fish sitting on the high way,Frequently making the hook danceAnd all on a sudden, pulling the fishing rodSo forcefully that it..

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Our Knowledge

What will happen in our lives tomorrow-We do not know.We cannot sayWhat will happen after one hour today.

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I Am Tired Of Seeing

I am tired of seeing the beautiful earthGetting damaged by those beasts who look likeMen too. All the thrones have been occupiedBy those everywhere..

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Life Is Beautiful

Life is so beautifulBecause you are with me;Wind blows so sweet and cool,Waves dance on heart of sea.The sun rises with glee,Your face blooms like..

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I Feel Sad

I feel sad when I see,We men are not still free;Religion still runs ruleOver all human fools;Still the earth is not ours,Many blind wild powersIts..

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The Game Of Pleasure

In the forests of only cuckoos and flowers;In the fields of only crops;In the sky of only the full grown moonAnd the luster of its silent beauty;In..

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Darkness

Darkness like Halagu Khan is runningTaking sword in hand;Light is fleeing raising its tail.The decorated dream-city will lose itsElectricity for..

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Where We Will Go

So many deaths, so many corpses,So much havoc and so much ruins everywhere-Perhaps walking upon them,We may reach the main gate of our dream,After..

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Paper Flowers

PREFACEImmortal and undecaying these poems, I know, shall die one day; one day all fame and immortality shall fall flat among the debris. The..

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