A. Z. M. M. Moksedul Milon Poems

The fire of wrath has set all things ablaze,
Human things now steam up, tyrants cool down,
Earth mother cries at Ghibli’s ghastly rage.
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Seven long summers, I slept in your lap,
With thousands thirsty bugs in your sari
And millions mosquitoes over your head
Sucking all my jaundiced blood drop by drop.
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Two heavenly roads diverged into this callous world,
I took the one less travelled by;
And my soul-mate took the other,
Where her car got stuck in huge traffic jam.
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My friends and family seem to love me no more,
They offer me amorous bottles of poison,
And ask me to commit suicide;
Drink or not to drink-
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Oh yes, my mother! You are an age-old ragged banner,
fluttering in the stormy wind of beastly corruption,
over the broken highways and footpaths of hopeless hope,
trodden with the spiky jackboots of nasty politics.
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The whole world is a lunatic asylum,
All human beings are insane;
I know this world is not mine,
Neither am I fallen.
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A one-man army,
Foes being two hundred millions,
I won in an hour;
With no shield, no sword, no guns,
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