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Rezwanul Hassan Oct 2020
Sleeping in the flow of the obscure black night
The way the old man sleeps with the sheet muri
The excuse of money keeps the brain cells awake
The heart found in renting a lover is unprincipled
Those young women who gave their lives for love
Alas, no one remembers them today
Today, talent and mindfulness are sold only for money
Everyone is busy showing off rather than wearing clothes
Flowers cannot be seen blooming at the time of relaxation
The beautiful girl also became a product of the corporate world
Life unfolds and fills the next round with grain
Civil society is fascinated by money and fame
The bank locker saves a lot of money through labor
Exhausted after becoming a worker to meet only basic needs
The environment has become toxic due to the touch of mechanics
The golden face walks with the matka head of the mind
The days of art are over with creeper leaves and flowers
The industrial background cannot be covered by limited boundaries
Some amount has been filled in how many bags have been sold
Art and artists are traded on loan money and interest
Even the best sacrificial cow does not cost millions
When an artist pays millions per month
Entrepreneurs have no right to be called bad
He has lost the scales of conscience
Who is bad and who is good is invisible today
For the sake of media, there is no more art about naked women
Women's joints have become known to the consumer's knowledge
The emotions of the heart cannot win over the intellect
There is no end to the eternal journey of finite knowledge
Sareng says one foot does not match and two legs do not match
The computer of modern sailors has become computerized

The pen has been rusty ever since
White paper has stopped for lack of writing
The scratch of the rough pen did not take the place of smoothness
The way the shadows stand under the tree
Sunlight leads to reduced length of the shadow
Alogati loses with the speed of time
Time does not forgive him for measuring slowness
The instrument is digested by the coral of tomorrow in its time.
Rezwanul Hassan Oct 2020
The views of the city are awake like a dream
The driver of the car is busy handling the steering
Passengers at the bus stop are uninterrupted
Reserved seats for female passengers are vacant
Accidents are inevitable at any time
Fingers on smartphones are now agile
People have forgotten humanity for the sake of technology
Most citizens are becoming mechanical
The brain is busy now with information on the small screen
The reins of love are now on ******* on the head
Turn around and show as you wish
A pair of eyes sinks in the middle of nowhere
That is the form of nature seen before the eyes
Seeing it today, the world looks on the small screen
Everyone will run towards perfection
Or they will swallow the imperfection
Basti is confined to the coral grass of Fakhibajhi
There are surprises waiting for surprises
Running like in the light of a lightpost
Or to burn flying insects
Creatures addicted to light
Always failing to defeat the mind
Wisdom can deceive others
The calculation of falling into one's own trap is not calculated
Marichika falls in love in the name of love
True love is out of reach
The fascination of the female body closes in the form of shadows
That seems to be enough to start a fire
Lover's love counts as love
Time understands his calculations to bring sixteen
When you look at it, the abundance of life is gone
Circumcision found all the desires of life
At the end of one another came and appeared
I don't want madness to end anymore.
The time of nomadism has been stuck
A parody called Clockwork
Tomorrow has not left the boundaries of time
He has become a passenger in the eternal journey.
Rezwanul Hassan Aug 2020
Art is just for the entertainment of people
Needed rice fish cloth material
Artists don't need them
They will observe the beauty of the universe
Will apply to their writing
Hope to give away for free
Teach to wander in the realm of dreams
Bouquet meeting seminar after death
His name will become a business product
The greedy will try to make money
This is what is happening with the real artist
He does not understand how to match himself.
Rezwanul Hassan Aug 2020
The world of light is the enchanted world
The white petals of the rose are odorless
The workplace is as it was
The workers are counting the days of their house arrest
The door is closed on the journey of uncertainty
I have held the seed mantra of love in my heart
I will endure the pain of death with a smile on my face
The news of the birth is sweet
In difficult times for the welfare of the child
Love can't stop the virus
Everything has become stagnant and jobless
Fear and terror will overcome the love of man.

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