Monsur Titilope Poems

Had he known it's strange from outside,
Would he have lent the amnion and stay eternal? ,
Where his nutriment sweeps through him in ease canal,
Sorrow nor felicity may not be part of the story to side.
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She thinks of herself; I'm so beautiful,
Not to mention my stunning posture; so fanciful,
Sights herself in the mirror and sees it bulged and meaningful,
All to the grave, you know that's truthful? .
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How I delve every nook and cranny,
To answer a call in her loud whispers as eddy,
Of a saint-toned voice I yearn daily,
Only to vanish in my lust hearings,
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Fellow humankind of apparent faiths,
On us there hang varied fates,
Like those conceited bees only after a splendour nest,
Up above that we rule
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Soul of nature could breathe again; in her it
survives,
To what should I
compare her? - An
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