Ershad Mazumder

The night turns a being
without forms and image
And says, lets go for a sip
with this thirsty eyes.
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When I am crazy and insane
as said by the critics
how can I be a poet.
I do not know
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To cultivate a barren time
To create a rose garden
You entered into an unknown time
We walk together
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Dream takes my poet friend Greenwolfe
To be in heaven and in hell
Dream helps my friend to be
full of greed and lust.
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White above white
White within white
White below white.
The planet disappears
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