Way Poem by R. Amin

Sailor has a lighthouse at far

Fluster is seeking a fresh morning

Street and way are mixed each other.

This is as a new feudalism

Destroyed world

Humanity terminal is stage of Ozone

The alphabet has been wiped

From the book of grand father

Procession has been stopped.

Peacemaker had many dreams

Revolutionary had many revolts

King had a lot of fear.

Now have a way

Have a true

Need not waiting for a moment.

-R.Amin
Bangladesh