Unhappy Is The Man Poem by md.abdul mannan

Unhappy Is The Man



Unhappy is the man
Having no mental ease
Who suffers from self-conflict
And kleptomaniac disease

No self-contentment
Even seven continents are given
How can this man be happy
Being a soaring raven?

Who believes not himself
Nor faithful to fellow feather
Who is Mr. Jackal and Hide
With false grieving weather

Millionaire in material
Mendicant in heart
No soap is invented yet
To wash away his dirt

Remnant of a burned palace
Nothing but ashes
Remnant of a decaying soul
Repents and remorses

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blank blank 05 May 2011

nice. full message.

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md.abdul mannan

md.abdul mannan

Manirumpur, Jessore, Bangladesh
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