Poets are like poets
possessed by a crony muse...

I said to her "Today is 'the day'; tomorrow...
She still preferred any other day to that very...

Laila, minor lass
the land Bangladesh...

He stands before
a holy , live idol...

Let the pallid ice land
spread all over me...

All the oceans
between us...

O nymph, my eyes see you across there.
Your lustful charm has sent a tremor...

Your death has given your eternal birth,
your last long days had heavy foot steps...

O lady, you've beaten
The misfortune and misery...

Mind is what who knows?
it often goes as insipid...

Love---hate---love
life---death---life...

I see from far and near
my grandpa's sleek, rocking chair...