Poems from ROKONUZZAMAN
My shaded eyes -
although the sky is clear,
The rhymes of poem
filling with sore and fear,
smokes around, thrashing myth,
Burning sigh...
Happiness in sacrifice,
Not there in selfishness -
War welcomes malice,
Always there monstrousness.
Mirage can be created
not only by sun,
but also caused
by a freaky Human.
Wanna fly at sky high,
where clouds are playing ,
I wish I did so,
if dreams won't aching.
By thou insane pamper,
hob nob with blue water,
Reborn in your nap,
Smelling death over lap.