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‘Flew back some of Crows to me I helped them fly once far away, For not to stay and eat me up! Again and over again … ‘I tried so hard and fast I could To stay away from Crows so black, But no way there for me to escape Walls and walls so high … ‘Wind of return from true to lie Can’t deny the strongest touch, Pleasure of surfing into the blue Still fly there crud black Crows … ‘Black Crows chase me all the way From dawn till dusk being breathless Sometimes I win and lose in chain, Sea-waves rest me at shore at night … ‘Liars taught me to catch the crows To start a series of sins afterwards I liked first then I came to know Crows do deal with Lucifer’s choice … ‘Knew I was going through darkness Just keeping faith to get a light, At last I found there not a ray Al least to find a way back home … ‘Home for me and home for you Found but lost by misfortune, So far as I try to regain, Black Crows bar me from doing so … ‘Always tasty are forbidden fruits Like grass is greener on other side, Sense of reasons makes no change You keep loving being captive … ‘So never ever catch Black Crows must it leave you in tunnel so dark, Even after you could find way out You may lose your grace back there … ‘You yourself are a real touch-stone To culture yourself among people, Sounded bitter, should have been sweet Wrong estimate just let you down … ‘I had two eyes but never saw The pain emerged in parents hearts, Watching me in black Crow’s ****** I was blind but I’ve realized now … ‘Wasted time’s now wasting me Surely need to **** the crows, And not to help them fly again I wish myself to walk alive … ‘A lesson here goes to all fellows To cure the wounds, not to endure, The Crows will die forever too Eyeful of ever blue sky, up there … ~ Anwar Parvez Shishir ~ 05/DECEMBER/2013/THURSDAY Jessore/Dhaka/Bangladesh
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
~ THE BLACK CROWS ~
‘Flew back some of Crows to me I helped them fly once far away, For not to stay and eat me up! Again and over again … ‘I tried so hard and fast I could To stay away from Crows so black, But no way there for me to escape Walls and walls so high … ‘Wind of return from true to lie Can’t deny the strongest touch, Pleasure of surfing into the blue Still fly there crud black Crows … ‘Black Crows chase me all the way From dawn till dusk being breathless Sometimes I win and lose in chain, Sea-waves rest me at shore at night … ‘Liars taught me to catch the crows To start a series of sins afterwards I liked first then I came to know Crows do deal with Lucifer’s choice … ‘Knew I was going through darkness Just keeping faith to get a light, At last I found there not a ray Al least to find a way back home … ‘Home for me and home for you Found but lost by misfortune, So far as I try to regain, Black Crows bar me from doing so … ‘Always tasty are forbidden fruits Like grass is greener on other side, Sense of reasons makes no change You keep loving being captive … ‘So never ever catch Black Crows must it leave you in tunnel so dark, Even after you could find way out You may lose your grace back there … ‘You yourself are a real touch-stone To culture yourself among people, Sounded bitter, should have been sweet Wrong estimate just let you down … ‘I had two eyes but never saw The pain emerged in parents hearts, Watching me in black Crow’s ****** I was blind but I’ve realized now … ‘Wasted time’s now wasting me Surely need to **** the crows, And not to help them fly again I wish myself to walk alive … ‘A lesson here goes to all fellows To cure the wounds, not to endure, The Crows will die forever too Eyeful of ever blue sky, up there … ~ Anwar Parvez Shishir ~ 05/DECEMBER/2013/THURSDAY Jessore/Dhaka/Bangladesh
Pre-Script: Here ‘The Black Crows’ are meant to be the vices of mankind. Please be sure you look inside the BLACK!!!. In our worldly life we do face so many personal obstacles through the crucial vices that lead us to a life full of miseries but the irony is we do not realize the fact instantly. When the realization comes time flew much farther and we have nothing in our hands to mend. Dedicated to Sir Nelson Mandela.
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
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