Poetry
We want food for poetry
Adoption for poetry
Freedom for poetry
And revolution for poetry.
Keats poetry is read with air-condition
There is no terror with Nazism's blue eye
Again eunuch has come
The fire of poetry gets shame.
Satikanto is not now at Kolkata
Mrinal-Zahid is now sleeping on the street
Body is destroyed by pneumonia
Poetry now is more dangerous.
Let us come to make free poetry
Make a leader of the world.
-R.Amin
Bangladesh
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