This country is not a so called country,
It has more beauty than a lovely poetry.
There is no crisis for food,
The traditional problems will go forgood.
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I want a woman who makes love to me with her eyes open,
I want a woman who will look into mine.
I want a woman who smiles wonderfully,
I want a woman who cries gently.
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Silence is better for ignorant,
Anytime he or she can be arrogant.
If we are not possessed of perfection or excellence,
...
Now my sixth sense is busy;
Finding the meaning of all the work and existence around it,
As the bees keep collecting honey all the time,
They come to me, sometimes as darkness and sometimes as shines,
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Me and my friend was heading to somewhere by a car
It was a dead and stormy night.
Suddenly the sky is crying helplessly.
The wind is making horror sound everywhere.
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I was pleased to hear the music that was more than music,
I was pleased to drink coffee that was more than coffee.
But now without you everything seems empty,
Before which was pretty right now it seems ugly.
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No one knows when my mind has been flown away,
No one knows where it has gone,
Nobody knows by whom it has caught,
No one can understand when that love touches me.
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The Power of A Lovely Smile
The power of money can make us emperor and the great king,
Mental energy can make impossible thing possible for us,
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I have something to say to you,
You can take it as my point of view,
If I look at the crystal moon at night,
And if I touch the crimson light,
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I'm standing on a street called Life;
It has many branches here and there,
I don't understand which road to travel,
I don't know which road has been waiting for me.
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Bring me a moon lit night,
I will shower,
Bring me a wonderful sight,
I will go nowhere.
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They run away from me who were looking for me a while ago,
They Kick at my door with naked legs,
But two days ago I saw them loyal, polite and humble,
Now they are like wild animals.
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Are we bees,
Or something else?
We are busy from morning till dead night;
We are collecting honey from flowers to flowers,
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Fifty men of Bangladeshi mining workers have to sleep-
A large room in a warehouse,
While the light reservoir plays all the time,
From there, sometimes the sound of tired crying is fiddling.
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Do I really Love You?
I make journey towards your love,
I run away from waiting for you,
The amount of rain falling from my heart rises only for you.
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I was born in this world,
Thousands of natures bounty are accepted with my two hands.
In the garden of life I am a grain seed,
The seed that wants to establish the Peace Bridge among mankind.
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The time was standstill somewhere,
There were only two eyes and two chairs
There was a pulse and two people
For a while, everything was hanging.
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I was born on the 12th December 1983 at Dhaka in Bangladesh.I have been completed my Graduation and Post Graduation from Dhaka University.Then Came to London for higher study but couldn't complete that for financial crisis. After three years I had to leave the UK for Belgium. Now I am here more than five years running my own business.)
There Is A Country
This country is not a so called country,
It has more beauty than a lovely poetry.
There is no crisis for food,
The traditional problems will go forgood.
There is no wars and crimes,
No one will beg for alms.
There is no rich or poor,
No one ever bangs others door.
Everyone is treated equally,
Everything is run orderly.
No one hurts other for religion's purposes,
There is no sign of child or women abuses.
No one does shout on others,
There is no place for killers.
There is no one who dose back slashes,
They are always busy for good wishes.
There is no superiority or minority,
Everywhere remains peace and tranquility.
'If you want to test someone how he or she is honest, Lend them some money.'
'If people are not in trouble as well as they don't have any financial and physical problems they won't have no faith in God.'