Poem by Rahman Henry
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
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
Every king I’ve seen Seems to me a corpse Every palace I’ve seen Seems to me a graveyard There are angels’ gloves