My Philosopher Is For Mine Poem by Nurul Hoque

Sometimes my heart is broken by a chilly matter
Memories coming from east like a flying bird
I seem she a perfect and correct for me better
She is always first as urge and I am at the third
I have grown from a little seed inside her thought
We're really unseen and creating all from millions far
My philosopher is for mine who is doing a lot
God like to making distance not to living together

I need to purged myself instead of anything must
And need to remove grumpy cloud from her sky
And need to cut errors to clean all stupidity rust
Since I to do good for humans that's not a shy

I am a infant kid of nature sometimes not useful
Done many mistake but she neverforget to call Nurul