The Lovely Street Poem by Mr.R. Amin

The Lovely Street

Own judge did not accept
Confession of stomach without food
Give declare to go exile
At the back date of calendar
I shall give ten babies to earth
Lovely street
If she will not free from hell.

Progress comes by calling of hen
Mouse democracy is in question now
World is under cohabitation of sin
Or running with medicine of capitalization.

Speaking with imprisoned
There is no any passenger on the street
Though our destination is happy island.

At the new century, we discovered
Another Socretise
Bitofen makes melody alone
However have hope, Lovely Street.

Sir Newton comes
Again Bastille house destroyed.

-R.Amin
Bangladesh