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In my empty bag

In my empty bag


– Md. Aminul Ehsan Molla – Light

The deaf ears blind all the eyes
The Kanders, in the autocratic, cruel Bengal,
The people of China were caught in the brittle and brittle
Who knows the release of deprived passengers!
Bangamahati goes on plundering the front
I ask you for the sake of God, in front of you
With my empty bag, fill all the directions.
How much demand is incomplete family
Gradually happiness and peace are going away.
The sad cry of the poor,
Swapnil tune in my empty bag
The tragedy filled the world in this world
If the tyrannical narrative had left Bengal.
The survivors of the mischief could fly.
With my empty bag, fill all the directions.
Daw Daoy fire in the market burning fire burning

Those cobras that are coming


– Md. Aminul Ehsan Molla – Light

The flowers that opened the palms opened
Who takes the honey?
This form of youth is dried by poisonous toxicity
In the streets in the maze of diverse queues
Gobhara chubabulite body melted!
Proudly cursed one rupee!
He was the queen, the girlfriend of Ruposhi.
Today he or she is ready to do the next form
The nude wings in the streets are tied up.
He is a flower or illegal villager!
Like flowers, you also scratches scent
O my Suri, you are the Lord’s Holy One.
Open the petals on the streets in the dark
Those cobras that are coming …
Your form of youth will be sucked into loot.
——————————–, – Kapasia, Gazipur.