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Cold-stricken Dhaka

Cold-stricken Dhaka city is awake for your warmth
In the midnight coolness develop breaking the plaster of mist
On windowpanes fragments of cold drops of water accumulate

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Last Utterance

When I was thrown in the burning oven
Then I for the last time requested,
I said- I am very scared of fire, please
Give me roses; also give me green shrubs and trees

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When I was reborn

When I as reborn
I recollected everything as before
When I was taken out from the womb of my mother
At the labour room of the hospital

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Tonight

Tonight a love-poem
Shall be written
Tonight incessant shower
Will flood the sky
Tonight in my fingers

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I will

Whatever happens to me
I'll convert myself into ashes.
I'll become cloud in the sky
Be a moon covered with mist

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I can now speak lies continuously, everyday, I like it,
Before standing on the witness-stand I was taught
By the Public Prosecutor to utter falsehood
For the first time. As if music director is giving me

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Cultural programme featuring performances by differently-abled youngsters

Marking the founding anniversary of Club for Disabled Female, a cultural programme was held recently at the hall room of the club in the district town. Community Centre for Handicapped (CCH) organised the programme.

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Human being

At present I do not look only at natural beauty
Behind the scene I seek faces of human beings
Sweat-laden faces of labourious men
In the Sun they dazzle like an open sword

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