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Rahman Henry

Natore, Bangladesh.

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Natore, Bangladesh.

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The black car stopped,
A bunch of rifles walked out.

Some asked: Why?
They replied by shooting:
Thash, Thash, Thash …

The questions were dead.
The replies jumped back in the car.

* Translated from original (Bengali) into English by RAZIA SULTANA

Rahman Henry

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death

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* Translated from original (Bengali) into English by RAZIA SULTANA

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Rajnish Manga 29 August 2015

Incredible. The way that you have explained the horrors of ill famous encounters, is simply immaculate and bold. There are no humans, no questions or answers but guns, shots and lifeless bodies.

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Rahman Henry 31 August 2015

Thanks a lot, sir. I'm really happy to hear from you. wishes, my dear poet.

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