Eight years back daily thousands of Bengalis men used to walk towards shores where ships were awaiting for them.

A poem that I wrote to be a sequel for the mask.

Something I wrote when I felt down.

I wrote this poem on a trip to Ottawa, and it quickly became one of my favourites. This poem is from personal experience.

We should never of wasted so many years.

This poem is expressing my disgust and hatred for fear & impulsiveness.

I will always dry your tears.

It is too late to dry all of these tears.

Poetry.

In life what matters most is not how many times we fall but how many times we have risen after each fall. No one reaches its destination without even a scratch on his skin, all got, it just depend on the severity and size of each scratch but definitely all got his share.