Deepta Protik Osman Poems

Cloth, always, beautiful lot
A matter, whether not.
All throws them away
When see not beautiful spray,
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Arguments out for good
Or protest.
Arguments out for bad
Or protest.
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A man have a class, but never his sins,
A man is good, never his sins.
A man looks honest, never his sins,
A man, whose class, ruined by sins.
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Now the bell rang
For you sinners,
The hell bell to hell.
Ready to suffer
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Lying on the bed
In greatest pain!
The great-grandma,
The maternal one.
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So pain, to feel at school,
Lonely, there feel I.
No justice, for me,
And’s illegal.
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Today there’s peace
Very much for us.
Behind them is
The secret wars.
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Old always knows how to fly away,
Youngs, with pleasure and fun
Never knows to fly away,
Until comes flyaway.
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Bands of sands
Killer our eyes;
Killing them to death.
Rumors of splendor
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Germs, we feel, it’s in dirty places
We’ll fight the germs to the end.
Death is not caused by germs,
Under God’s wish we have to die,
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