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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
Written by
Rezwanul Hassan  41/M/Bogura
(41/M/Bogura)   
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