Sadman Istiak Poems

I'm craving for thy love
Yet thou don't,
I shall no longer live alone
In no way, I won't.
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How sublime thy heart!
In where I dwell,
With the 'Heaven of Rose'
Divine sweet smell.
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It's not Tariff, on us, they impose,
It's notion, "They are Lords", we suppose.
It's not the medals, we don't earn—their Ring,
It's the grief, losing the games, of 'Exalted King'.
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