Poetry is something
that dances rhythm of your heart,
sings song of your soul,
dreams dream of your subconscious.
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If you are broken
you're broken.
then your love is crushed
and soul is fragmented
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I saw you in my dream.
But you know
I am not supposed to.
Why should a boy dream a moon?
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Maybe we have loved too much.
Maybe we have drunk each other
Too much, too long.
So much for such a long time
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Let our parting
be sweeter than our union.
Let our forgetting
be more musical than our memory.
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ওহে মালবিকা
অমৃত থেকে অমৃত মন্থন করে
ঈশ্বর গড়েছে তোমায়।
তুমি কি নিষ্ঠুর হতে পারো?
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আমার তুই কাব্য হবি?
হৃদয় ছেঁড়া শব্দে তুই
সাদা পাতা ভাসিয়ে দিবি।
রোদ ঝলমল হাসিতে তুই
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beauty grows from love.
in eyes of love, everything is beautiful.
while making love to your beloved
you see beauty, not nudity.
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