Asif Andalib

Rookie (27 November 1967 / Moez Monzil, Komlapur, Faridpur, Bangladesh)

Asif Andalib Poems

121. Brain Chemistry Of Love 9/14/2011
122. Brief Life-Story Of God 1/21/2011
123. Burden 10/31/2011
124. Burden Of Love 9/22/2011
125. Butterflies 6/16/2011
126. Buy My Heart 9/30/2011
127. Bye-Bye 9/12/2012
128. Call Me And Take Care 10/9/2012
129. Can'T Live Without You 10/25/2012
130. Can'T Stop Loving You 10/31/2012
131. Catch-22 10/5/2011
132. Chain Of Love 11/27/2012
133. Chain Smoker 10/12/2012
134. Change Your Fate Don'T Cry 11/2/2012
135. Character And Habit 7/22/2011
136. Chat 10/1/2012
137. Cheek To Cheek 9/11/2012
138. Cheer Up 6/26/2011
139. Cherish 10/30/2012
140. Child Labor 10/1/2012
141. Children 10/2/2012
142. Chill Wind Of Winter 10/29/2012
143. Chowdhury Moezuddin Biswas 10/12/2012
144. Cigarettes 8/26/2011
145. Climate - Change In Bangladesh 6/27/2011
146. Close Your Eyes 10/20/2012
147. Clothes 6/22/2011
148. Clotted Blood (Chapter 96, Verses 1-5, Holy Koran) 12/23/2010
149. Cock-A-Doodle-Do 7/1/2011
150. Colorful Old Days 12/4/2011
151. Come In My Room - Original By Rabindranath Tagore 1/18/2012
152. Come My Love My Utopia 11/17/2012
153. Comparisons Of You And Me 11/29/2012
154. Concrete Love 9/26/2011
155. Congratulations 10/30/2012
156. Conscience 4/28/2012
157. Corruption In Bangladesh 6/25/2011
158. Cost-Benefit Analysis 9/15/2011
159. Creation And The Creator 6/12/2012
160. Dance 10/1/2012
Best Poem of Asif Andalib

On This Day Of Spring Original By Rabindranath Tagore

So many flowers bloom
On this day of Spring
So many flutes are played
So many birds sing
On this day of Spring
On this day of Spring

My friend's heart is as soft
As a little flower
Whose negligence makes it
So terribly suffer
Why do you come to her
And try to make her laugh
The one who used to come
Now doesn't care enough

So many flowers bloom
On this day of Spring
So many flutes are played
So many birds sing
On this day of Spring
On this day of Spring

God please keep the happy
People always happy
And let the ...

Read the full of On This Day Of Spring Original By Rabindranath Tagore

Why Have We Met

Why have we met so late, O baby
As if our hands and legs are now tied up
So our minds have got nothing to do but weep daily!

If we never ever met, my love
We would have a consolation at least!

The people are speaking ill of us so much
But we can’t help staring at each other

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