The psychic bird,
With wearied wings,
Seeks a stay to rest,
Love is the tree,
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The Soldier, -Dedicated To Shumi Reksona Parvin​
Empathy harbors in sorrows's cottage,
Fire rebels to burn out injustice,
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The Girl On The No Man's Land.
Piquant mixture of sense and nonsense,
With grave and prudent frivolity she stands,
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My Lord
You have proclaimed
Faith for us,
The submission of the self,
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A mid-summer will,
His total identity seals,
And with a bonfire fair sets his deal.
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My time waits with frustration's night,
My casting eyes are but drought for your sight,
My lone hut, loses its art, in pitiable plight,
And my vacation is sick without your ride.
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The Floating-Sinking Boat.
On the junction of Tista and Torsa,
The surge of the cross-currents reigns,
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The Universal Truth of Beauty.
The beauty of the Divine mother is the ultimate beauty of all,
It feeds the inner eye, and teases the soul to Heaven's call.
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The screen is plasma conscious,
It goes on rolling, and leaves touch,
On the body covered eternal being,
With Time's passages, it buzzes and rings.
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Amidst the daily struggles of life,
Amidst the humming of fake-weather friends,
And the play of the intoxicated senses,
With surface -hearts, we cry within with agony.
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