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A lower middle class boy, Messy hair, beard, Curiosity finds so many colors in the chest of life ... In the neon lighting of the city, If you dive into the reservoir that is hidden behind the wet eyes, you have to go back to being lost in nostalgia, Hundreds of reassurances, warmth ... Society Or the mystery of the fancy dress competition called Rules and Regulation. The boy walking with the candle of basic needs, He doesn't even know when he lost the procession ... However, the modernity of the four walls, The boy who lost his generation ... The fetus matched the fetal emotion, The soul could not meet at birth, In the test tube of the twentieth century ... How long will the footprints fall on the parole, avoiding the traditional shoes ... Ah, misunderstanding dreams is a nightmare, or atonement for sins ... Did the boy know, rarely do people get bodies, take off the mask of bestiality ... !!! নিম্নমধ্যবিত্ত একটি ছেলে, অগোছালো চুল দাড়ি হাতড়ে, উস্কখুস্ক জীব

Date - February 14, 2018 (known as the so-called World Love Day) Without eating in the morning, with the intention of going to the government office for an urgent work, I floated in the sea of ​​people ... Surprisingly, it is true that at a time when students were supposed to be on the streets in school / college uniforms, it is as if the national uniform is standing only in the middle of a red or blue sari or salwar kameez ... The sun has risen in the heart of the city, I am counting the traffic jams through the bus windows, and I am breathing in the dusty tide of development of the digital city ... About a couple of hours later, at the traffic signal of Priya Shahbag, our bus stopped at the ad break of Eid drama, then I realized that on the day of love, the wave of love of the tidal generation is telling me to go back to my address (Mirpur) ... Akash Kusum What is the matter with worries and doubts, at that time the respected conductor came and said- where did Mama g

That's how I understand, the sky changes, Roof measuring instruments, That's the way it is, time teaches, In the mantra of lost life, This is how I understand, after leaving the house, Lost by mistake, That's how I understand, a thousand years, In the destiny of Bidhata love, Adam is looking for air ...! When I die ...! When I die, The window will break and delirium will float, Keep the diary, Touch the finished easel, Dumb guitar, listen to you, My sigh ...! When I die, The door slammed open, Tired body, ignorant soul, Laugh again, one more time, Seeing the lock of the square ...! When I die, Wash away sin in the abyss, Sanai will play, Azan will be, In new love, in new birth, In your room, in my room ...! When I die, Put it in my shroud, Quran poetry, When I die, Bury me, your picture ...!

In the hands of the will of the will, In the yard of poverty, with one foot, when you look for the sun in the chest of the dragon, What a beautiful society then, Funeral gives you sandalwood, In the last story, in the farewell letter ...! I swear, lately No more fear of death, In the foolishness of repeatedly saving so much, In the courtyard of faith, I have been buried many times in silence ..! Again, again, I want to take a deep breath, I want to survive a little more, At least in name only, A little half, or a little ...! God is in the fire, Save by burning, save by burning ...! After all, I will be one in the infinite constellation, In this belief, I bet on your wet sky, the galaxy of sighs, I'm not a boyfriend, God forbid, my name is Pathik ...!

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With the dream of being human, I will save a little, Holding hands and feet, Happy Eid masks, Everyone has a little smile ... Yet in the middle of the night, The moon, In the midst of the beasts inside, Find a little people, Maya understands life in compassion, In love, In the form of Eid clothes, Hold the colors, Again, one more time A little smile ... Eid Mubarak, Me to you Not a handful, not a handful, More than a pager ..

Dogs who love, who are blind, At the end of the day, in the guise of a winner, Lovers and lovers in masks, Obligation to survive, Or in a financial frenzy ... Dogs who love, who are blind, Finding God, In the embrace of dear people ..! At the end of the day, however, one piece In the dark heart, Let there be some light, Good luck to anyone ..!

I left the kite thread , Keep flying My lord is my lord, Remember, A piece of my house is the sky, My backyard, farming in faith, Bound the walls around the border, Keep picking up ... The kite is your thread, your voice, My sky, my reels, Day will lose color on parole, Still shout, shout something, Over and over again, Zero touches the stagnant chest ...!

Open letter ......! Girl you know, I love ... The way you might love your pillow, Or in the corner of the chest of drawers of the house, Keep to yourself The color of the shirt, In which you are still yours, Find the scent of adolescence ...! You know i love you Anyway, at every moment I am squeezing myself to keep the middle class in the middle of the society ... Did you know that except for the sidewalk, you will ever get mad ...? Do you believe that someone will bow down to you in the square of God...! I don't think I'll find you at the end of the day, so I'm a gambler today, Drugs haven't pulled me in for hundreds of years, But today it is the responsibility of one side to live well, Makes me feel addicted to good luck all day ... The day I tell you, you stared in amazement, Avoid your clothes and smell like I'm the only one who gets it, I touched your pazar with your love ... Even at this age, My boundless mind, Emotion rule requires

For mental and physical deterioration, today I realize that every night is a desperate refuge to grow old ...! Like a bulldozer in a dark room with greedy eyes, To swallow the dreams that are scattered in the old woman's yard ...! The wings of a bird in the morning light, Or returning to my father's house last afternoon, alas ... Mother also whispers in the ears of the generation by whispering the song of sleeping at night- "In our country, there is freedom of speech, But after speaking, there is no more freedom. "

The man who burns in the scorching sun and scatters the urban garbage, we only see the untidy marks of sweat on his body, I don't see the stream of sweat in the corner of his eye ..... The man standing in the corner of the porch in the middle of the night with a cigarette in his hand, we see only a piece of fire burning on his lips, I never see the fountain of fire inside him ..... The man who walks in the pouring rain with wet hair, beard and hands, we only see the dirty water droplets on his body, I don't see the stream of water in the corner of his eye ..... The man who keeps himself busy from unnecessary to unnecessary, we only see his busyness .. the attempt to hide himself inside, the urge to immerse oneself in something else ... I don't see that ..!

Sometimes I walk in the past too, Time flies, Birth is worse than death. I am not a murderer, so I thought it would be better to release him .... Even if you lose, you can't lose, Just as feelings on earth can never be expressed in writing, So, until the end I believe, The most beautiful view in the world is- Wet lover's eyes with deep compassion ....

Unfinished ...! Still sighing, Flies in the blue color bone, In the embrace of disobedient water mud, Your touch touches the ground in my room ... Tired wet crow's chest, When Maya was born, I swear, however, Shade like a shadow, The waiting shackles .. The sky is stupid, so wet green, The city of extremes is my city, The mother is the field of crops, The father is a dove farm ..! Helpless bed, tidy clay, Random just skull shelf, Fingers crossed, yet feeling, Maya in the sheet, in the caress of the touch, In the cultivation of brick and stone buildings, Funeral on body ..!

The autopsy is on the body, not the killer ..! In the same body, in the same soul, How many times have I been killed, I was born in a middle class coffin, Society has given the shroud, In the thousands of silenced lips, Ah, you came too late, In the mortuary, Says the autopsy will investigate, Look around, look around, Look at the rotten flesh or The decaying bones of the pastor, Look at those stains, Wounds of carelessness of time, Yet witnesses, Your evolution ...! Maybe one morning, Blurred eyes, windows in the sun, Will find the news of the dead, In the coffin of the middle class, In the social shroud, Lips pressed, tired crazy, Before burial, however, Look again, in the mortuary, If the black spots of carelessness match, Understand that I was, Understand that I was only yours ..

ঘুমের ঘোরে কিংবা স্বপ্ন বিভোরে যত তুমি চাও আমার অনুপস্থিত, কিন্তু তোমার হৃদয়ের স্পন্দনে আমার অস্তিত্ব বিদ্যমান। যতবার তুমি আমায় ভুলে যাবে, বলো তার চেয়ে ও অধিক বার তুমি আমায় নিয়ে বাঁচো। অন্যকারো হয়ে ও তুমি আমায় নিয়ে ভাবো ভুলে যাবো বলে, কি ভুলে যাওয়া যায় জীবনে কিছু সৃতি চিরস্থায়ী হয়ে। সাথে না থেকে ও আমার অস্তিত্ব তোমার মাঝে বিদ্যমান তাহলে, আজ কি বোঝা যায় তোমার দেওয়া ধোঁকায় তুমি তাহলে কতটা লাভবান। --------------------------------------------------- English Translation In sleep or in a dream Missing me as much as you want, But in the beating of your heart My existence exists. Every time you forget me, Say more times than that You live with me. You become me as someone else Think about forgetting What can be forgotten in life Some memories become permanent. Not with him and my existence If it exists between you, What is understood today is given by you How much do you benefit from deception?

অস্তিত্ব বিলীন হবার পরে ও আজ হাজার মানুষ পরিপূর্ণ জীবন পরিচালনায় ব্যস্ত। নিজের সবটুকু হারিয়ে ফেলার পরে ও আজ সমাজের চোখে পরিপূর্ন সুখী জীবন দেখাতে দেখাতে তারা ক্লান্ত। নিজের সম্পূর্ণ রাগ অভিমান কষ্ট হাসি লুকাতে লুকাতে আজ তারা পরিশ্রান্ত মিথ্যে মুখোশ জালে জড়িয়ে অভিনয়ের, অনুভূতিতে তারা এখন নিজের কাছে শূন্য। জীবন্ত লাশের উদাহরণ বহুবার শুনেছে সমাজ কিন্তু চোখে দেখেনি তবে কি আজ বলতে পারি সমাজের কাছে পরিপূর্ণ সুখী জীবনের এক একটা উদাহরণ হলো এক একটা জীবন্ত লাশ। না পাওয়ার ব্যথার মাঝে যে জীবনের সুখ পরিতোষ উপলব্ধি করতে পারে সে বলে প্রকৃতি মানুষ তবে যে মানুষ ভালো থাকা আর বেঁচে থাকার মধ্যে ব্যবধান ভুলে যায় সে তাহলে কি? মানুষ নাকি মানুষ রূপে জীবন্ত লাশ, তবে কি আজ জীবন নামক যন্ত্রণাতে সবাই আমরা যান্ত্রিক হয়ে বাঁচি। --By Sornali Islam -------------------------------------- English Translation:: After the disappearance of existence and today thousands People are busy leading a fulfilling life. After losing everything Happy life in the eyes of society today They are tired of showing off. Tro

It had been raining for more than a week so much rain made every day seems so Restless and gloom she called and said she was coming up it was the third time she came up to see me that week I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and what's a meter at the nearby Seminole she was standing alone carrying her red umbrella the fern I dropped her off it was raining and she was shivering she looked weak and fragile wearing not enough to keep her warm I walked up to her and said you shouldn't come here and see me no more and stuff like that we shouldn't be together she said I told her coldly let's go take you home she did not open up her umbrella I knew she wanted to share mine I said open up your umbrella let's go and willingly she opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the guard she says she had a new lunch or dinner and asked if I could stop at a place to eat right away I answered with a stone heart no disappointed she asked me to take her to t

সমুদ্রের স্রোতের পরিমাপ করা আর সময়ের বিবর্তনকে ধরে রাখার চেষ্টা করা এক রকমের পাগলামি। সময় ও স্থানের সাথে মিশে যেয়ে জীবনের পরিবর্তন কে গ্রহণ করাই বুদ্ধিমানের কর্ম সাধন। সময় কখনো কার জন্য অপেক্ষামান নয়তো তবে কেন জীবন যুদ্ধে এতো মানিয়ে নেওয়ার গল্প। --By Sornali Islam --------------------------------------- English Translation Measuring ocean currents And to capture the evolution of time Trying is a kind of madness. By merging with time and space Who has to accept the change of life Performing intelligent actions. Time is never waiting for anyone Or why life is so much in war The story of adaptation.

তোর কাছে আমি নাকি অভ্যাস হতবা আমার কাছে ও তাই, কিন্তু সময় পরিস্থিতি আর প্রকৃতি বলে দেয় তুই আমার কাছে আসলে কি। কখনো অভিযোগের ঠিকানা কখনো বা স্বপ্ন পূরণের নির্দেশাবলি, কখনো বা র্নিদিধায় সব রাগ অভিমান কষ্ট গুলো বলার মত একটা আশ্রয়। জানিস পৃথিবীর সবচেয়ে ভিন্ন মেরুর মানুষ আমরা দুইজন তারপর কোথাও, যেন ও পৃথিবীর সবকিছুতে তোর আমাকে আর আমার তোকে প্রয়োজন। প্রেম ভালোবাসা নাকি অভ্যাস তুই আমার সে প্রশ্নের উত্তর না হয়ে তোলা থাক, তোর কাছে আমি আর আমার কাছে তুই না হয়ে বেঁচে থাকার সুখ হয়ে থাক। --By Sornali Islam ------------------------------------------------------------ English Translation: I have a habit with you To me and so on, But time is no longer the situation and nature Tells me what you really are. Never address the complaint Ever or dream fulfillment instructions, Never or ever all angry arrogance The hardships are a refuge to say the least. Janice is the most different pole in the world Man the two of us then somewhere, As if he is yours in everything in the worl

র্নিঘুম রাত তোমাকে একাকিত্ব জীবনের অর্থ শেখাবে।  সাদাকালো জীবন তোমাকে রঙিনের মর্ম বোঝাবে। অর্থ সংকট তোমাকে মানিয়ে নেওয়া জীবন দেখাবে। দুশ্চিন্তা তোমার জীবনকে গ্রাস করবে। শুধুমাত্র ভালোবাসা তোমার জীবনকে বাঁচাবে। --By Sornali Islam ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- English Translation. A good night's sleep will teach you the meaning of loneliness.  Black and white life will tell you the meaning of color. Money crisis will show you adapted life.  Anxiety will consume your life. Only love will save your life.