Curse(Mingling The Ink Of Death With Greed) Poem by tanvir ratul

I'm arranging my letters
In such moment of departure!
In such fearful moment with carefull support!

'The ultimate way to travel through
The inflamed thrust'
Which I have learnt from the ignite spell.

At my limit, my shelter
I exchange with my desires
Though fate hasn't the thought of leisure
And I search humbly the arithmetic pleasure.

When the dance is ended, drunken I and the Greed
Learn the tendency of expression, hiden indeed
Now, I will erase the shadows colour if wishes come.

So, I'm holding my hands to the azure,
Waiting to start travel beyond the fate thats sure.