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শেষটা যে সৃষ্টির মুখেই শেষ হয়ে গেল!

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||Words Of A Widow||


The wound was deep
And it will never heal,
They were busy in building boundaries
Roasting me in a disguised grill!
Trust my words
It is very tough,
To survive in this world
After losing your better half!
It took every piece of me
To untie my favorite knot,
But this differently abled society planned
To put me in another riot!
Just a matter of red dot
On my forehead?
No! It was much uglier
Which faded all shades!
I was obtrueded to shave my head off,
Change my diet;
I parted with my jewellery
Wearing"Husband Eater" epithet!
Not enough yet-
Earlier they used to force us
To jump on his burning pyre,
Otherwise we might arouse
Male sexual desire!
They fail to catch
A sight of my fight,
The pain and struggle
Which is concealed in white.
We always receive
A trivial price,
For the tears of
Feminine eyes......

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we made a few moments worth living.....

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পাত্রী কিন্তু খুব মেধাবী
স্নাতকোত্তর ডিগ্রীধারী,
কিন্তু গৃহলক্ষী গৃহেই সাজে
যেহেতু সে নারী।
শূন্য হোক সঞ্চয়
বা খুন হোক তার সত্তা,
পাটিপত্রের মূল চাহিদা-
"দত্তক দেওয়া বাগদত্তা"!
বিয়ের পর সংসার হবে
হাতে নিয়ে ঝাঁটা,
আসলে ছেলে পরী চায়
কিন্তু, ডানা কাটা!

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She is an old book
With pages torn,
Touched by many hands
Yet lying at the corner all alone!
Or a flower which blooms in the graveside
Predestined by its fate,
Which can simply stare
Being under qualified for a bouquet.
They distinguish her as a strong soul
Who knows how to heal,
She smiles hiding the number of potholes
Which could easily shake nerves of steel!
Often she needed a pair of hands
Just to hold her,
To help her move
And deal with that vision blur!
There were times when she used to catch fireflies
Fantasizing to shine bright,
Later she realized that they don't need fire
But the darkness of the night!
They accolade, "You can take it,
You are well versed!"
And she replies with her unique grace
"Yes, I'm strong and cursed!"

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||She Decoded Her Choice||


She was trapped
Inside her small cage,
Through the fogged up window pane
Her eyes granted him an innocent gaze!
It seemed like a droplet of dew
During a drought stricken crisis,
Or a small cottage
Near an artistic oasis!
He held her hands
Without complaining about the dirt under her nails,
Took a forest bath
In search of a Nightingale!
For the very first time
Someone made her pity look pretty!
The fog was still there
Yet "he" felt like apricity!
Meanwhile a massive thunderclap
Kicked up a stink,
Nudged her saying,
"Remember, the sky is not pink!"
"What's so special about him?
He is a creep",
While her eyes quoted,
" He is the one who delved deep"!

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||Can "He" Cry?||


They say,
"Men never feel any pain.
They must learn how to keep it hidden
And if those eyes fail to contain
They should be guilt-ridden!"
The well known formula is-
"Men never cry!"
Who set this unique rule?
Why no one had ever asked "why"?
He has been taught-
"You are very strong".
May I have the audacity to ask today,
Isn't it an indirect way to look down upon?
The stereotypical lessons start from the day,
"Congratulations, it's a baby boy!"
And he'll always receive a car
Whether to ride or as a toy!
He can't play with dolls
But has to marry a girl,
A bigot can't raise his voice since
He jumbles up the concept by becoming homosexual.
He has permission to return home after 10 PM,
As he has responsibilities to take,
He can reach the moon but
Can't stay indoors and bake the cake!
He has to live his life
In a well structured democracy,
Otherwise he won't be eligible
To win his father's legacy!
Don't trap his emotions
Don't let the soul die,
Be the human
And be the shoulder when he cries!

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||If They Could Talk||


Dear Cigar,

I wish we talked earlier
But I am extremely reserved,
I've grown up in conservatism
Instead of liberty, which I should deserve!
I can't roam freely
They always put a veil,
How do you manage,
Even after being an anti-social?
For causes unknown
They light and relight you,
Acceptance comes so naturally
But in my case, it's a very big issue!
You last for a few seconds
Giving pleasure in puff,
This oddball knows what exactly struggle is,
Harsh and tough!
How can I defame anyone?
I was designed to remunerate a mere need!
Yet I accept all criticisms
But I can't ask them, "Don't Bleed"!

- An Introvert Adult
Sanitary pad

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Holding her hands once he asked,
"What do you want?"


She replied, "Promise me!
Your memories will never haunt!"

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||A Deprived Doll||


He came with a doll in his hand,
And left after playing with her innocence!

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