Sabidin Ibrahim

You are my password!
How I can open myself
If you are not with me?
Every time I unlock myself
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Bonolota Sen was walking under dark woods in a dark night hurriedly.A man was following her like a shadow who's face as dark as the night was.She sensed that it was the grave of Jibananada Das, and to remember him and his famous poem 'Bonolota Sen'some fake pearl like flowers were kept upon the chest of the grave.The dark night inspired her to collect those with her beautiful fingers gently.She immediately started leaving that place and set her feet move quickly.The shadow man continued following her.The smell of her hair made him mad and the surroundings.She, her fragrant hairs, murmuring of the trees, the flow of the airs, the following shadow, all were in profound enchantment.She was in a hurry and scared of her guilt of theft.The shadow man couldn't stand before her as he wasn't confident enough to pose threat against that lone traveler at night.
He, with his white Punjabi and curly submissive hair parted at the middle glaring at her keeping a distance.She was scared and cried to the shadow-
'I swear touching my hair
Let me go, don't touch dear.'
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I've blackened my white beard by the sands searching the golden coins to suffice my hunger unbound-

Two young lovers passed by me looking at the white sky.
Singing on the beauty of it high-
Love made them happier as the white cloud fleeting aimlessly.
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I woke up in the morning
And the ink of my pen kissed the papers-
Put in the table
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Rusty winds blowing all around
My ship is tossing in the waves
Oars are shaking by the current
My sailors are out of breaths! !
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Old dusts are fleeing away

In the tides of new-
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I have a girl in my heart, in my dream
she comes, touches me, stays beside me
I can feel her, I can touch her, I talk to her
but I can't sketch her picture in total!
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I've sung so many songs
To break the boundaries of the nations
New boundaries are taken over with new passions!
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In the photo-session of love
Some has to play the role of a foolish lover!

In the toyshop of love
Some failed to buy any
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The harsh music of the crow
In the morn-
Declare the rise of a day.
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The smell of my childhood
is in my nose! !
How tasty and sweet it is!
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If I want heaven in exchange of love
It's not love; its mercantile! !

Love is nothing but the business of paying
Love and give all you have-again and again..
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I had a feeling that
I love you!

But I found that
I love you not!
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I've started seeing much

I see like an X_Ray machine_
like an X_Ray machine_

Can see the organs hidden under skins_
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There is laser lighting show on the auditorium of the cloud-
The rain-drops are playing music on the tin-drums hard...
The trees are taking bath and dancing in ecstasy!
All time daring I'm- hidden myself under the strong roof vulnerable-
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The rain part me off
from the crowdy turmoil of the world..
Under the umbrella
we declare a sovereign state.
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I went to the door of the goddess of love-
She cried, 'Lazy dog-you are too late! '
She shut the door upon my nose!
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Destruction gives me a biased kiss

The earth is a broken lantern-
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The big boss said-'The world is a stage.'
I say-'Is the stage is open for all to perform? '
I found so many actors to be unwelcomed, unnoticed through the viewers of the stage! !
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In the teens love is colorful

at the youth-it turns emotional
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