Poem by Rahman Henry
Bangladesh, a safari for the ruler… Where struggle for freedom and dem… Never ends Where people are the fatal deer That running away towards a lion
Nothing’s going to be OK, my darl’! You would never be so bad girl Who dares to love me. Me too not going to see
Every king I’ve seen Seems to me a corpse Every palace I’ve seen Seems to me a graveyard There are angels’ gloves