Sk. Nurul Huda Poems

I play, I squeeze-poetry what I'm doing with you?
If I know what you- are not the following of few?

Is poetry always purely personal and personal?
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I could not drive the bike but bought one.
It was my headmaster as an associate
Who taught me how to start and ride the motor-cycle.
'Put the key on and have a look on the metre-
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Everyday come some flowers and some go to sleep
Some hope to one follow the flowers samely
Everyday some some students take oath to start
Their reading from the next day
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I see a dam,
Water is confined,
Rather it is compelled
To be confined.
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I shall not write if they do not come-
In my every poem -as as leaves to a tree—
I say.
If I cannot portray the picture of the man
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I think, you are aware enough of your usage
of grammar, as you know it better.
In a sentence if you use double negative,
You know- how it is affected.
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I was walking in a well arranged soothing garden,
Suddenly met a carelessly dressed low paid labour,
“What are you doing” I asked.” Look me I am working, ” replied he.
“This is not a work of a labour normally do, ” again I disturb him.
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Really it is the reality
That reality and imagined
Are hugging here;
Within the brown body
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Once I heard the word cannibalism
I wondered on the very thought and fact-
I took it as story as fairy tales simply.
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