A Sonnet for Bangladesh
In Bangladesh, where rivers softly flow,
A land once rich, now bruised by times of strife.
Unrest and chaos seem to steal the glow,
Of hope that once embraced the nation's life.
Corruption spreads its roots, so deep, so wide,
The youth, in search of dreams, are left dismayed.
While voices rise in protest, none collide,
To heal the wounds, or drive the dark away.
Y...
Sunday 11th May 2025 1:48 pm
Holly Bird
It’s sunset time, all the birds came
Back their nest quietly
A quell’s fiancée not back yet now
He forwarded everywhere seem to
But couldn’t find him now ever
There is a little family
So far from the jungle in a village.
An angle girl playing in the ground
Nearest the bamboo’s den
The quell still staying on this
Angle girl look at the bird at a glanc...
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