Tarek Hossain Poems

Soon I'll be leaving for jungles of smoke and concrete,
I will walk the streets of hostile cities,
my name will sound like another name,
my face will look like another face.
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No one wants the broken man who has endured day after day neglect and harshness from his loved ones. No one wants to own the man who was once another man who dreamed of building a house and left. No one values ​​the emotions of the people who have taken only one path of love in the world. No one ever evaluates a person who loves people as a human being, not as an investment or an exchange. No one ever gives a man a place of honor that has given every man the place of his highest respect. A man who never knows how to speak, but knows how to quietly erase all the unspoken-gray emptiness? Who knows how to live and make a good home by tying this soft heart stronger than before when it is broken! Well, what really happens to people?
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