RAHMAN MAZID

The dying world at the corridor lies
The perfume of aroma spreads
The fluttering Burigangya wails
With a voice full of lamentations.
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Waiting!

Waiting my beloved mother for me,
Prepared taste hotchpot, pea, mutton and various vegetables,
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Impatient Heat of Poem
Rahman Mazid

When, where, how to get acquainted with poetry
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The percel of death
Rahman Mazid

It was a dark night on 17th November!
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When She Came

It was the mid-Khartik.
I don't know if it is an incorporeal soul
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Poetry! You don't know
When the paths do not smell human shoes
Sleep alone with the ointment of the sun on its chest
Vile creatures never took the ease of it's body
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The river flies away
Rahman Majid

Time! He is the long rope hanging on the pendulum of the circus
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The river The river flies away
Rahman Majid

Time! He is the long rope hanging on the pendulum of the circus
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Platform Number Four
Rahman Mazid

My scalp is buried deep in the soil
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Modern jeans
Rahman Mazid

Our journey began
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