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Knocked around by life since you were born
Battered, beaten, bloodied and torn
Every twist of the road another heart ache
This thing called life ain’t no slice of cake
Just taking the licks as they come around
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down
 
Round two and hear the bell ring
What is the worse that they can bring
Come up swinging asking for more
Go the distance til you get to the exit door
Bounce off the mat with a thumping sound
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down
 
Third time they say is the charm
Giving hope a chance what’s the harm
Living with your heart wide open
The best laid plans of mice and men
This girl is stepping out on the town
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down
 
The last hurrah; strike up the band
Love letters written in the sand
Time may wash away unsightly mars
Waves of God’s love removes the scars
Watching the circle of life go round
Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down

Nights entwined with a lovers touch
softly caressing the yearning desire
moans that escape thy passions throe.

Eyes that behold the glistening sweat
slide into the warmth of the love
be that may come to a joining.

Linger on the moment, behold
the night has lightened to dusky dawn
as departing lovers touch one last time.

The lone, the cold
weary, dreary
unsettled in their new home
their sojourn a mystery
uncertainty roams
Prowling shapes envelop the door
as Pluto unleashes his damned hoardes
eternity sealed inside their mind
how hurriedly they know not
the lies spoonfed long since
cannot help them here.
Only their fear
resides and thrives
feasting on their futile fate
thrashing about in the heart's cage.
Yet, feeling nothing, not numb
pain vociferous, yet dumb
How canst they continue on?
The toil etched into their eyes
baggage hanging off the brow
Channels well dug in thy alabaster dome
as they arrive where they shall call home.
Abandon all hope
if it not abandoned thee;
embrace only your misery
for nothing before you you shall see
yet thine eyes will wild dance
with fanciful horrors
terrors once unbeknown
residing
where they call home.

Standing by the window,
Eyes upon the moon.
Hoping that the memory
Will leave her spirit soon

She shuts the doors and lights
And lays her body on the bed.
The images and words are running deep.

She has too much pride to
Pull the sheets over her head.
So quietly she lays and waits for sleep.

She stares at the ceiling
And tries not to think;
She pictures the chain
She's been trying to link....
Again.

But the feeling is gone.

And water can't cover the memory.
And ashes can't answer her pain.
God, give me the power to take
Breath from a breeze,
And life from this cold metal frame.

In with the ashes,
And up with the smoke from the fire
With wings up in heaven;

Or here, lying in bed.
Palm of her hand to her head.
Now, and forever curled.
In my heart and the heart of the world.

Its a murky evening here,everything is in ashes
The birds are silent,the water is dumb
The soil is barren,the crops are cropsless.

The sky is dark,the stars are wide a far
The pool is sinking,the thirsty town is drowning
The people are rustic,greedy and illiterate.


The people are rustic,greedy and illiterate
They don't understand poetry,nor the beauty
They don't know the tranquility.

God is dead-muttered Nietzshe
God is unreal-said Marx
God is imagery-noted Charvaka philosophy

But I urge throw off your God
Hate it
And live reasonably.

From a very early morning I am walking and running through the mist.It was a mystery,dew usurped me.Cold of fragrance took me aside.I was wet and water,golden water,took me to the deep of my meditation.The flowers were nodding heads in the air.Childrens were playing.Ah!Childhood,golden Childhood,where are u-I need you now,in this terrible time,in this time when people are apart from each other,everyone turned into each others enemy;I need you.I was meditating.Childhood you came and went away.Sands are scattered about,floating in the dusty air.I am feeling you my river.Oh river!my austere golden fiery river-I miss you,miss you forever.I am now in complete darkness.Nobody is around.The city is sleepy,I think it became dead long ago;only the ashes remains.It is breathing with thousands of deads.Fleshes are burning and galvanizing.Darkness wrapped the city.One is grasping others skinny flesh.Its a dark city.I am in complete meditation.
The children from future,be aware;this night will give you nothing
You all will be in complete darkness.you will be born in darkness;gloomy air will be your oxygen.The poetry will go away.You never will know about poetry,about beauty,about the chirping of the bird,about a dewy morning,about a fiery noon of midsummer.I am in meditation.Be aware.This world is full of curves.

From a very early morning I am walking and running through the mist.It was a mystery,dew usurped me.Cold of fragrance took me aside.I was wet and water,golden water,took me to the deep of my meditation.The flowers were nodding heads in the air.Childrens were playing.Ah!Childhood,golden Childhood,where are u-I need you now,in this terrible time,in this time when people are apart from each other,everyone turned into each others enemy;I need you.I was meditating.Childhood you came and went away.Sands are scattered about,floating in the dusty air.I am feeling you my river.Oh river!my austere golden fiery river-I miss you,miss you forever.I am now in complete darkness.Nobody is around.The city is sleepy,I think it became dead long ago;only the ashes remains.It is breathing with thousands of deads.Fleshes are burning and galvanizing.Darkness wrapped the city.One is grasping others skinny flesh.Its a dark city.I am in complete meditation.
The children from future,be aware;this night will give you nothing
You all will be in complete darkness.you will be born in darkness;gloomy air will be your oxygen.The poetry will go away.You never will know about poetry,about beauty,about the chirping of the bird,about a dewy morning,about a fiery noon of midsummer.I am in meditation.Be aware.This world is full of curves.

So this
is what
it's like
to be
in love
......
It's some
pow'rful
stuff. I
don't think
I can
take it
much more.
The fluct
ua
ting cy
cle of
emo
tions. They
take their
toll on
my ver
ry soul.
......
Without
you, I
can do
nothing
cause all
I can
think of
is you.
Your warmth,
your heart,
your smile,
your face,
even
your kind
gentle
embrace.
......
What once
only
was mere
flirta
tion now
designs
my sub
juga
tion. My
heart now
beats, not
"lub" or
"dub" but
now has
taken
up your
name. "My
love, my
love" drum
ming forth
from my
own chest.
"My love,
my love,
I need
my love."

You can imagine me a phantom hanging in the shadows
you can imagine me a vehicle with disabled parts
you can imagine me the sun that's rays is scattered
you can imagine me a lonely wanderer
surfing the mankind
From behind,
Being blind.

Bangladesh- a name
Bangladesh-a darling piece of poetry
Bangladesh-a loving mom
Caressing her all children
From dawn to dusk.

And now tears rolling down on her chick
Flaring like the dew on tender grass
As Pakistan army murdered
3000000 people
In a genocide.


Oh my mother Bangladesh-a piece of poetry!
please be appeased
we are here to remember your martyr-child
And pay homage to their unspoken souls.