Deepta Protik Osman Poems

Poems out loud-
There were all out now.
I saw them all
With my poems out loud.
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God made the world
Where man made towns.
Man’s artificial,
With pride to hold.
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When a spy had waken
From Germany, his daffodils spreaden.
When daffodils shown in foreign airs
Acid rain in mens’ hairs.
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I have handwritings,
They are said to be bad,
Said by my teachers
That they are very worst.
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Name ain’t nothing
to fame:
By which they’ll know,
when famous.
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Who cares if you and I
Hears slangs?
Who cares if we hear it
And suffer like mads?
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We jumped
As we went to the road,
Every one there
Was sleeping at their homes.
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If no there were description of hell,
Then honest would never came.
If there were no human notion of hell
Then world would be bad motion.
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Eating is half bad
Eating is half good.
Good for living
Bad for dying.
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Always in me, why unluck rise
Always in me, why painful tests.
Always for the goods, many worst painful test,
Heaven in masked by the hell’s cast.
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