Teacher
Teacher means friend
And father,
Even classmate
Again tiger.
Teacher means honest
Good man's maker.
they are our guide
And life's backer.
They are greatest
In this earth,
It honorable occupation
All day, year and month.
Wednesday 30th March 2022 5:01 pm
Mother Is Paradise
The most expensive in this universe, if anything
That is nothing but mother.
In my pain, in distress, in danger-
Whose tears fall before me
Besides her mother, who else is there?
I do not know
For me, if someone sheds two tears
For the moment
It also has a coating of interest-
Only selfless tears
It stays in the mother's eyes.
There is no happiness anywhere in this world
Water, land, s...
Wednesday 30th March 2022 4:29 am
Lack Came
Lack came once in the house
There is no space for sesame in this small cottage
Through the dilapidated fence and through the tin rice
The bullets hit him in the chest.
Wherever the eye goes, I see only wailing
No money, no empty hands, no income at all!
There is no handful of rice in the house without water
How long will I continue to borrow?
Tears well up in the eyes of loved ones sitti...
Tuesday 29th March 2022 4:16 am
I Came Back
Why can't I see happiness?
The eyes are fine, the cataracts have not fallen
Caught covered in the cold mist of misery
I see myself vaguely-
GOD is the Day of Abner
Gave a chance to see the unfortunate
On the same day, the Himalayas of suffering are in tears
Stood abruptly in front
I burst into tears in a Toatoya voice in fear.
I grew up drowning in poisonous winds
Until I quench my hun...
Monday 28th March 2022 5:26 pm
Secret Pain
Only my mind
When will I build a house of happiness?
How long will I be alone?
The heart dries up.
I say go alone
I want a companion to walk the path
Two hands full of diamond gold
There is nothing like that.
I am a dry young man
Lakri hen in the deep forest
I always think in my mind
This life is priceless.
The fire burns in the night
Can't see the secret
I think Spring
I am very h...
Sunday 27th March 2022 5:29 pm
Sorrow
Sorrow
Sheikh Shanto Bin Abdur Razzak
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Sad if it were traded
But I lack so much?
How much money did I get?
I used to eat comfortably!
Feel always happy to get the book
I would find sad people
By cultivating sorrow
Twelve months of selling-
What kind of grief accumulates in the chest
I have no language to speak
When you write, the ink is gone
No less.
...
Sunday 27th March 2022 3:56 am
Blow of Heart
What a blow! In this small human body
Cut wound crack wound boil wound poison boil wound-
The pain of the wound!
When it rots, the meat swallows the bones
What an awful smell!
Loved ones also push away
Poor helpless frozen body
That smell satisfies hunger by sniffing,
Then he stopped breathing and closed his eyes
Sleep forever
Never dry, dry in such a way!
There is no trace of the sig...
Saturday 26th March 2022 12:18 pm
Corona's Birth Story
Corona's birth story
Sheikh Shanto Bin Abdur Razzak
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You are the one who brought this epidemic
Welcome,
This anger is caused by the stench of your sins
Entered the homes of the world.
In pornography, twenty-four hours of pornographic music
Cut you dirty entertainment!
Stay immersed in Gina all night in the name of love
On mobile telephone.
Social com...
Saturday 26th March 2022 2:44 am
Money Addiction
Money addiction
Sheikh Shanto Bin Abdur Razzak
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Intoxication came and I could not sleep
I don't have money, I want money, I get it wherever I go
Look at everyone
Feel the violence.
The little ones will grow big overnight in that greed
He killed his stomach with a bribe of interest
Not six
No fear.
The country eats and licks the loot
Dhanmohe forgets...
Saturday 26th March 2022 2:32 am
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