Ershad Mazumder Poems

Nobody runs, when I call
Even you do not listen my call
But I run, if you do not call me
I am hungry
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Read me, touch me
I am your krishna
Embrace me
Learn art of sex
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Night is a sex hungry black girl
Lives on the other bank of ganges
She comes with fire inside
She burns all the man, and leaves
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I know she is much warmer than fire
I toasted me in a freezing winter night
On her pan
On that night she said to me
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Let me create a man I dream
Out of my words, coma and semicolon
To crawl into my room
When moonlit flows from the sky
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My darling, oh my dearest
My dream girl, i dreamt you
for years after years
Let me paint you with my brush
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Open your breasts
Let me travel through your cleavage
Let me praise peak of the mountain
Let me write an epic
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You created poetry within me
You made me a poet
You pampered my fire within
Now I am thirsty of immortality
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With an empty cup I was there
To draw your attention
But you were busy
You were in haste
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Many woman had affair with me
I married some of them
I loved them all of them
I never learned art of discrimination
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