Waiting poems There is no one waiting for poetry Let him open the book himself The tears of poetry on every page Find a little meaning in that read Poetry opens the door of conscienc
How late! I remember you saying! “It’s pointless to live without yo Everything in this world is a lie” Today all those dubious words have That emotional context has changed
If the exchange comes again! If the value of money goes down! Farmers will not sell their produc Will be bought-sold in exchange! Money is mine anyway Rich what do you eat?
Even if the thief dies, history is immortal Someone in your grave too Will hate “Ayak Thu” Tell the grandson in contempt “Your grandfather was a rice thief You will be immortal even if you d
Let me live Give me rice Otherwise I will be a bandit Give me rice Otherwise I will shoot you I will eat, I am hungry, I will e
Strange civilization in the new civilized city! Now the crow does not call The rooster crows, does not wake u Now people are all we live Strange civilization in the new ci Now a joint family with parents
What a conscience! How inhumane Can you be inhuman? Tell me how much conscience you ha Anyone can be human? If there are more resources
The body always plays —Will it happen? —What will happen? —That’s a little —Who? Who will speak? —Under that big bud
People You know what Being a human being is an easy tas You keep Both knowledge and conscience exis Can you
Manhole from the heart I have been thinking for a few day You from the heart I will send it to the stomach Come and see Occupy the same place for a long t
The flow of the last blood drop Rust on a small alpine If you wait until! In the last frozen bottom Until the glass of water has dried If you want to stay the way!
Let me live The roar of your bullets Give the book a whirl Crushed under your boots Shake my face I forgot your power
Where are you God? “Hunger” and “Executioner” I understand both Who cares “Stay at home” Disease to grief– grief
An unfinished movie story I will make a movie– Although the story is old A lot of remake glorious version There will be different types of c There will be a large crowd on the
An opposite sex Insects Mitopali’s impeccable humming of c They count One who is anxious in bed at night Fish in knee water
What is the teaching of this world? The mother killed him What a darling child By killing himself He gave his life voluntarily The Dad is not sitting,
I can eat your heart! The monster of hunger Wound has entered the blood veins Togbage brain Blood burns on the eyelids Leaving the volcano
The words of the leader’s mind I’ll go soon Paddy to be cut in the field tomor You will take the Cracked picture I call you How many people will you go to?
I will be raped! I belong to your independent terri The thorns on the wall did not go I haven’t even stepped out of your I went to the railway station, the The field next to the house
That coffee cup The second floor of the cupboard Up-down, two coffee cups That is your memory If so, how many impressions are th Just like the walls
I have a blood clot As much as I cry If I get that much What is your treasure in Furobe? Happiness is shaky in the body You will be sick
Scholar fox obeys religion Rough intellect Brain expansion Hookah hua is my music People say no Am i “mama”
