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Nurul Hoque Mar 2020
I am  alone at home in a single room
Peoples of my native I see at a glance
Dark is dancing with full of gloom
Unseen Corona craves human existence
The universe now as a burning red zone
Evils are scolding from pole to poles
I am disgruntled and vitilate backbone
Fear and tear for the erratic human souls

How I always seem happy and peaceful
Thousands are closed their eyes forever
No hope could be seen that become cool
Nothing need to express more and never

O' Lord how long I stay in an  Quarantine
Save us, as we stand on the morbid  line
Nurul Hoque Oct 2019
The number of  eighteen is a symbol
Of youth and really I love this as well
And what is your own motive or goal
yet you as soft  like an aluminum foil

The number eighteen I cherish in June
Not only birthday of someone, my dear
Yes I cherish the night with full of moon
That is not so far of mine closer to near

This is not only a number what I guess
All of my thoughts gather around it
And this day  we wishes you with bless
People are cruel here made of concrete

The number eighteen is a birthday of you
That's not so mysterious , have full of fun
The number is afresh , no need to renew
Sometimes I see precious many times none
Nurul Hoque Oct 2019
Once I was very slow and placid,
Like a sleek of your mild hair
you told many times do what you need
Nothing to be done as with utmost care


We are suffering lots from dictator threat
Day to day humanity is totally dead
Someone on top to say he is great
I am undone Stupid little careless and mad

You're cherished well as amicable to me
You're really a wonderful and rigid backbone
My all doors is closed no way to  flee
Though I hypnotized  by your mellow tone

My heart is cleft looking dark not able to rid
From devils ruin, once I was fresh and placid

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