Hasanul Kabir

Water and mud the school stands by,
And was hurry to get the bell.
The plum tree branches were not so high,
And very few plums had taming spell.
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The promise was, only a cup of tea.
And fifteen miles to go to get that
Precious thing; ridden by a trainee.
The fog was then, of the Trasimene combat!
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The rabbit has nowhere to go but
The rooftop corner, and surrendered
Itself finally to the fearful hands!
Ah pity, you're in need of pitying really;
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Yes, the tree's got its branches cut.
You'll get them silent, always-
The more you hurt, the more it grows.
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Ocean, the fathomless pit to measure-
The deepest, the quietest.
Beauty shines in the silent chest -
As the roses in the wild; much
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A crowd takes no notice of the feet.
The green grasses, the red carpet,
Even the red roses of the garland
Get trodden having no mercy.
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