Thursday, 19 December 2013
Habib Ahsan |
Whatever happens to me
I'll convert myself into ashes.
I'll become cloud in the sky
Be a moon covered with mist
Afroza Aditi |
Standing at the rim of death, many a days
You didn’t talk to me, didn’t laugh.
I hear the sound of your life
With your voice, do you know?
Mohon Raihan |
Some laughter are like swords
They pierce through some hearts
Nobody can see that hidden bleeding
It bleeds unnoticed, incessantly.
Nirmalendu Goon |
There was no need, but still we knew
Saving was practical.
For a few moments let me hold you here,
Later the loss and profit can be considered, dear.
Thinking thus, an ant with amazed eyes,
Shahabuddin Nagari |
Tareq told me, you have to tell something
About rain. When I went up the dais
Then its evening, it was second day of Asharh,
Organizer Tareq thought there’ll be tumultuous rain