Shikdar Waliuzzaman

Red signal! Very serious all
Busy the city, busy the forest
But no business in my poor hut
There remains thirst, with no hunger
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Morning made me wake that day
I saw grass in freedom on the window

Arose cruelty in my mind
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My dreams never go to the spring
My cries reach the fade spring
Wordless cries desire to remain
In rain's flows
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When I kiss your rosy lips
Thousands lights burn in heart
Blood circulates in thousand mirrors
Thirsty lips get life, time goes...
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Let's breed the womb of dream
with solemn dream
Let's nurse the dream embryo
with lovely care
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Neera and I, I and Neera
We had a long-day dream
To weave a net of love.
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Autumn has gone, gone
Very far...
But left the civilization under
A fog drenched wrapper
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Bad days go, go ahead of time
Vulture devours the world of poem
Clever fox takes shelter behind the culture.
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O my love, be in my hut
Be in my love.

O my love, be in my lap
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No tear, no rain, barren desert
None in love, all to be blind

Clouded eyes, crying night
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I wanted to be in the poem
But that's in the wrong
In the reign of drowsiness
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Man changes himself
Man's changed, changes another
But why...?
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If you write death on your bed
I'll welcome her

If you leave flying cloud in the fire
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Both trust and aspiration mixed sanatorium
Chorus under the waters of the abyss

Intermediary between life and death
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In the three dead eyes to pass on the windows
Walk the path of the three-phase line of grief

I raise myself how old frame
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Three eyes, single mind
Mere a piece of land

How much will there be crying,
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