Ershad Mazumder

Rookie (March 8, / House 1, Road 23B, Gulshan 1, Dhaka 1212, Bangladesh(Now live in Dhaka permanently.))

Fate 1 - Poem by Ershad Mazumder

A slice of the earth
They took to fry in their bowl
They hear the sound of boiling.

They waited for the whole life
to eat a grilled beef
But found always some solutions
very cold and icy inside the bowl.

That is fate they scored
through out their life.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 3, 2008

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