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Fount Meem Mizan (Oh! Dear Mohammed); Certainly Falls. We have bestowed; Keep God in Calls. To Lord immolate; Sure enemy of you. Owner worst fate; Cut off every new. Identity of Allah Meem Mizan Say, (hey Muhammed); He is Allah, is one. Allah Unbounded; Towards you none! He begets not,...

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Sheikh Sa’adi -How could I ever thank my Friend?

How could I ever thank my Friend? No thanks could ever begin to be worthy. Every hair of my body is a gift from Him; How could I thank Him for each hair? Praise that lavish Lord forever Who from nothing conjures all living beings! Who could ever describe His...

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Walt Whitman Miracles

Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the...

Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Tears Tears! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand, Tears, not a star shining, all dark and desolate, Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head; O who is that ghost? that form in the dark, with...

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Wind

Ted Hughes This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride and blinding wet Till day rose; then under an orange sky The hills had new places, and wind wielded Blade-light,...

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Emily Bronte

When I shall sleep Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity, And never care how rain may steep, Or snow may cover me! No promised heaven these wild desires Could all, or half, fulful; No threatened hell, with quenchless fires, Subdue this quenchless will! So said I,...

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Matthew Arnold

The Last Word Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last! Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how they will! Thou art tired; best...

Cant able to touch

Cant able to touch

Hassan Tareq I can easily cross over the fire Also can touch the moon, mars, Neptune. To touch the sky is no matter to me The cloud will also not able to flee! Conquering Everest is a funny game Kilimanjaro, icy rock is nothing else! To cross English channel is...

Tears

Tears

Walt Whitman:: Tears! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand, Tears, not a star shining, all dark and desolate, Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head; O who is that ghost? that form in the dark,...

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DEAR ANNE FRANK

You had created a gold mine of words in your diary Those words inspired people, tired and weary. Despite being through such hardships you never gave up You’ve helped readers smile, held their chin up. You had proved that the pen is mightier than the sword, You had described your...

If I had Known 0

If I had Known

Kazi Falguni Eshita If I had known that you would be gone, thousand miles away from me I would have tried to knit us closer, as close as could be.

Screeching of Humanity (to Palestine) 0

Screeching of Humanity (to Palestine)

Farhan Khan Your mothers and sisters are screeching And saying- please someone lend a hand us, help us. No one for helping them but everyone is spectators. Mother has lost her kid and Young man his aged parent. Motherless children are slipping on father’s blood. Brutality is going to touch...

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Thunder and Lightning

Ahmed Abdullah Muhtadi Year 4, Cubitt Town Junior School, London When the clouds cover the blue sky People believe the brightness will soon die Then lightning will strike with a boom To trees that have met their doom.

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O Me! O Life!

Walt Whitman O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,

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NEONATE

Kazi Falguni Eshita Trapped in a jute sack Wrapped in an old rag, I wept: “Mom and Dad, I’m in here!” But you? Where oh where? I was beside a wooden bridge It was cold, just as a fridge. Hunger and fear surrounded me I just waited to be free.

New Dawn 0

New Dawn

Ibn Masud When the Carpet is cut apiece! When the Bulls withdraw their wings! When the Glory is gone asunder! When the Chariots do not thunder! When the Emperor kneels

WHY DO I WRITE? 0

WHY DO I WRITE?

Humming Bird Sometimes, when loneliness surrounds me, I write with all my might. When I feel the need of a friend I turn to the pen by my side. Sometimes, when depression takes over To kill it, I turn to paper.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 0

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

To The Kind Reader No one talks more than a Poet; Fain he’d have the people know it. Praise or blame he ever loves; None in prose confess an error,

Two Poems by Mehbub H Chowdhury 0

Two Poems by Mehbub H Chowdhury

Friends It is really hard to live alone, So,want to keep in touch with the friends. Remove all kinds of sorrows and sufferings,