Miles after miles I run,
To make those eyes proud...
Those moist eyes of dreams undone,
I ran to escape; but not through the shroud...

They question my efforts, my strength,
My return; concealed beneath the sighed breath.
I fail, I fall, I slip on the ground,
Behind those mirage and miracles, when I hound.
I tried to stand with a new crease,
And rush to touch the cords of fleeting dreams.
The frisky fingers quiver in doubt,
A tired sleep wrap the forgetful sprout.

Wake up! Run! You must escape.
You are not to design mistake.
The extinct feet still run faster and louder,
Only to make those unhappy eyes prouder...

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Don't let the mind think too much,
This will trail the works to smudge...

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What is lost in the UNIVERSE, can be found in VERSE...

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অবশেষের প্রান্তরে।
একটু আধটু না হয় থাক
মনের অগোচরে।
ফুরিয়ে এসেছে বেলা,
বসন্তের আমন্ত্রণ,
শীতল বায়ুর মোড়কে আজ
উষ্ণতার আবাহন।
তবু দাঁড়িয়ে আছি শেষ কামরায়,
ফাগুনের রং মাখবো বলে,
এক টুকরো বসন্ত ভরবো মুঠোয়,
পাওয়া না পাওয়ার ষড়ঋতুর মিছিলে।

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the touch that unfolds me...
The poetry created in verse free...
The soothing sight of a sleeping child...
The taste of my comfort and wild...
The incense of sweet, earthy amber...
Love is the feeling of all feelings together...

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THE GIRL WITH LONG HAIR
The girl of long braid,
Flowering like the sun.
So busy her days and night,
Full of escape and run.
She is the deep ocean,
Behind a river flowing.
Shadow of the silents,
And a light glowing.
She dances like a girl,
Walks like a queen.
She laughs in the crowd
And shivers alone.
She flies like a bird,
Protects with all her feathers.
She smiles like a bud,
All the bliss she gathers.
Her hands are dirty with blood and tears,
Mind so lucid with dreams and share.
Firm are her steps with power and versatility,
Strong are the shoulders with warmth and duty,
Clear is her voice, bold and sugary.
The world is her own,
She is the world's rosy cosy home.
The girl of beauty rare,
So hard and tender.
The girl with long hair,
With Hands of love and care...

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তোমার আকাশে আমার নীলচে ঘুড়ি,
খুঁজে চলেছে কোন এক শান্ত পাখির বাসা,
লাভক্ষতির অঙ্কে ইচ্ছেরা যে বড়ই কোনঠাসা।

জুড়েছে মন তোমার সাথে, আলগা সুতোর টানে,
সময় হয়েছে গুছিয়ে নেওয়ার, ইচ্ছেরা তা জানে।

তবু তোমার ছোঁয়ায় ভীষণভাবে অগোছালো তারা,
আমার জীবন ইচ্ছেসূতোয় গুছিয়ে রাখছে যারা।

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Winter is sliding through the veins of December,
So cold and dense are the blood.
Brimming with memories and tea with ginger,
It's coming through the blooming of bud.
The feathers are near behind the exodus,
Wrapped in the icy piercing breeze.
Fogs are too calm and so much rigorous,
Wandering amidst the bares of trees.

Streets are so happy with cheery little paws,
Just as the long nights: dark and lustrous,
Ends with a fuzzy dawn with flaws,
Smelling like a soft dewy grass.

Colours and lights walk around the city,
In such a way that dryness blow.
Celebrations are in every nook and corner,
Winter is the season of restore and fair.

But my lazy love is waiting
Ready to dance with you in the snow.
To be cuddled in the frost of warmth,
Waiting for the Spring, waiting for the rebirth...

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কোন এক অজানা জ্বরের ঘোরে,
প্রতিটি বই এর না ভাঙা ভাঁজে,
অথবা কোন পাহাড়ের অবসরে।
জানি তোমার অস্তিত্ব আমার ই মাঝে,
তবে সে বড়ই ফিকে রোদের সকালে।
হয়তো আবার গাঢ় তুমি আঁধার ভরা সাঁঝে,
তবু নয়ন তোমারে খোঁজে অন্তের অনন্তকালে।

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His eyes shine with my lips
And my throat gets chocked with his tears....

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