My Kinky Life's Feelings Poem by Taki Mahmud Rafi

When the animals howl in the forest
When the birds chirp in the nest,
When a mother bawls for her martyred son
When the rivers maintain its motion,
When the sky looks rigorously at me
When the flood amicably dissolve the levee,
When the butcher work in the shamble
When the lame lock the hinge,
When the hero trample his foe in arena
When the lewd tyrant wade with ha...ha,
When honcho becomes the pillion of his fan
When the criminals shot the gun,
When someone posts rougish things in FB
When twitter fill up with the tweets of CB,
When the nurse jabs her patients with awl
When landlopers pass their time with casual.
When students pester the teacher by shattering
When the old makes his sabbath with sibling,
When the planet ramains tranquil at noon
When I don't sit at study with con-
My mind loses its sense in utopia
My intuition flinches for arena,
All of my past struck me with perky
Why I'm so lazy......?

That moment, I always think about my life
Why I'm wasting my time.
When I recall my past life
My shadow always abashes me.
I wanna be a great people
But I youk how it's possible.
My fancy is to do something paranormal
Though I youk how it can be normal.
My pro tem is to schuss in the moon night nap
Where I'll find my lover's lap.
Also I wanna buss her on the cheek
Though it's only a flam in my savvy think.
When I read about a superior's life
I feel why I can't so to be,
But I am incorrigible.

My father always advises me
Don't while away your time.
I never turn down his monition
Though I never appertain.
When my mother fondles me with brow kiss
I find an indifferent heavenly bliss.
I wanna do something for my mother
But I youk what should do for her.
When my sisters talk to me as brother
This term makes me more gladder.
When I speak with chere amie
My friends taint me by bargee.
When teacher gibe me
I don't feel my guilt conscience
Though I am guilty.

When I love my demoniacs
They send me out so far.
When I share my pang with friends
They disdainfully call me bounder.
When I hiccup after eat
I feel my pept.
When I think about the God's aim
By which face I will stand before him.
When I pray to Allah for my success
I just think which one I really guess.
Now, I'm gonna want to flourish with new spur
Quae, takes me to a departure.