‘Practice'
Name of action,
‘Right or wrong' to perfect,
‘Sublime goal of life' to achieve
...
life is meaningful
when happy and sorrow
hugs it together
and life enjoys these lively
...
on the mouth of yellow envelop
love comes out as fragrance
I wet it by kiss
...
this is my path
named by love
started my wandering since no time
though that was tough for me
...
If I die
no one has to do anything
Everything will be natural
After a math of time
...
On that muddy path
Walked, played, sang
Whispered with thyself
Imagined to be birds to fly
...
eyeball is black
but it can see
cause it dyes itself by the light of world
...
Maybe poet or maybe not; but I am a poet in my madness, screaming well into my crazy circle of self voice! Since the birth of the universe, I am hearing you all but forgetting myself now I am a blind follower! Prophet or poet is an equation to drive the thoughtful vehicle of intuition. And I am a sharp poet, it's maybe or may not be! uncertain all!)
Of Shame
There is no shame
although O' flower
you're naked
but you're beautiful,
cause your activeness is in
spreading beautiful fragrance
and beautification of world.
but its shameful that
my activeness is in
beastly conduct
although I'm not undress!
Full of angst and venom touch of madness make for a spell in the asylum
There is only one thing wrong with this great poet, he has submitted only two lovely poems, I expect more by him.
Britte Ninad (roars in circle) , a beautiful introspective poet from Chattogram Bangaladesh. I wish him a successful poetic life.