The Lovely Street Poem by R. Amin

Own judge did not accept

Confession of stomach without food

Give declare to go exile

At the back date of calendar

I shall give ten babies to earth

Lovely street

If she will not free from hell.

Progress comes by calling of hen

Mouse democracy is in question now

World is under cohabitation of sin

Or running with medicine of capitalization.

Speaking with imprisoned

There is no any passenger on the street

Though our destination is happy island.

At the new century, we discovered

Another Socretise

Bitofen makes melody alone

However have hope, Lovely Street.

Sir Newton comes

Again Bastille house destroyed.

-R.Amin
Bangladesh