I felt cold after turn over the page
Seems like the season changed here, so quick
Those women, who loves warmth
Their face must be as white as snow
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Flocks of endless discolored balloons are departing from the death-pain...
Those who have begun a new hymn, sounds like the axe chopping in a stormy garden
I am calling them soldiers
The strange tattoo loves and laughs inside the skin
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See the mirror, my reflection can't even express words! Sitting is such musing, when smell touches everything from everywhere; whereas letting the journey to Wonderland adhering to the rule of mistiness. Oh that zoo, which bears my
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Last few days I was dying to listen a song...
Rainy vehicles are vanishing to the confluence of an unknown city
playing their horn
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Born 1981, Bangladesh)
From The Battlefield
I felt cold after turn over the page
Seems like the season changed here, so quick
Those women, who loves warmth
Their face must be as white as snow
What purity gives me?
Some shiny teeth between her slightly opened lips
After evening, when death-thoughts slowly comes down to the earth
I go to the midnight’s park and sit
Nature and I both scared
Surprisingly, you never appear like the moon
But a virtuous face
Actually there is no sin in the womb
Listen, I am telling you
Do you know?
What I think most of the times now a days
Village after battle, some vultures
quarreling with your meat
Ah, don’t turn on the light
I can also kill people brutally
And when these red pages of mine gets dry, then you will know
From the battlefield, every human’s face seems
So very ugly