Profane Speech Poem by RUSSEL ABDUR RAHMAN

There is no history that everyone is blind at night
Murk has eye, Lingo and it likes to love with hungrily song
And bear pulses of light!
Dirty time wouldn't stable, history will sing changing song
It seems imperious habit of a fruitful creation.
No history of injuries of the earth only life be injured
There is no clearing house of body
If breaks shrine for taciturnity no responsibility of progeny
It is lex or habit profane or pure.