Treasure Island

Ershad Mazumder

(March 8, / House 1, Road 23B, Gulshan 1, Dhaka 1212, Bangladesh(Now live in Dhaka permanently.))

The Place Of God


I am a married man
And you are my love
I need no day, no night
No darkness, no birthroom
no prayer room
All places belongs to my God
All places are good for me to love
I bring her under my arms from kitchen
I snatch her from her baby
I put my kiss on every spot
of her body
Make her every breath full of sex
Because she is my woman
Nothing is supreme to me
than her love
Let this civilisation go down
Let her baby cry
Let elder knock the door
Ignore everything around
I love to meet my woman
Anytime anywhere.
The only place God created for me
to worship on earth.

Submitted: Friday, August 01, 2008
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