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This is not a value of all the guests
who come for two days
At the end of all their hair grew gray
day after tomorrow nobody remember their words

Yellow, red rose of day
Even when it has become fade,
However, when the bursting of the land after rains
Still to stand a dry old tree as the witness of time

Then any other reason If ever come back the spring
The forgotten days song if ever robin reminds you
And all meaningless, the faces skin has felt fold
In front of eye tall wall has touched the sky

Yet  there is a gray afternoon
if you see a red glow in the sky black clouds
Silly, the frivolous legs once try to
Then after all events, remains only a long dark endless night-
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

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                               l     l     l
                  h   o    l     @      l     o      h
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                        o           o          o
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While teaching at a local
community college,
A 19-year-old man
announced to my class
there was no reason
to learn foreign languages
because if English
was good enough
for Jesus, it should
be good enough
for everyone.

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Hands which have been cleaning hard edged stones since born
grew bruising on the palate,
after that mind grew the hardest,
compact

As the sediments on pressure, temperature
in course of time, a buried treasures   
even a drop of rain never drops on this soil,
a ****** barren field,
where growing crops is beyond dreams

If her soft hand ever touch that stony hands
he could not sense, but she can
that mind never write a poetry as for her soft mind's desire,
as the rain drops on the chest of desert,
where certainly the flowers bloom, the lonely birds sing

His hands will rise with fire harp
with voices of revolutionary poetry,
heart flows with that tunes, the melody of strangers quite ambiguous to her,
where she can't play known instruments ever

The hands of hammer of the spirit of the day and night
his love is burning fire of sand that tempest in desert,
That solid gold is made with fire
where the strings of love span for eternity
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

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Let the boy go
underneath the open sky
Let him to find his way
it may be soft or hard, bend or straight

Let him play
with grasshoppers, butterflies who are made his springtime
where dreams rolling on the horizon
That only brushing those images

Let him know
about the books and stars, tell about the lost star
about the tragedy of his ancestor,
even tell about friends or foes

Let him realize
The history of the civilization
what is right or wrong,
how knowledge grew the pen strong!

Let him feel
The beauty and spines of roses,
The freedom of choice where the mind mates
at the estuary of sea  

Let him love
The  birds, animals, people  
And only a girl where he makes
the next dreams of life

One day he will know
His existence within the nature
Envision the existence of universe
And write a poetry about the future of mankind

So Let the boy go

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@Musfiq us shaleheen