Eight years back daily thousands of Bengalis men used to walk towards shores where ships were awaiting for them.
Continue ReadingA poem that I wrote to be a sequel for the mask.
Continue ReadingSomething I wrote when I felt down.
Continue ReadingI wrote this poem on a trip to Ottawa, and it quickly became one of my favourites. This poem is from personal experience.
Continue ReadingWe should never of wasted so many years.
Continue ReadingThis poem is expressing my disgust and hatred for fear & impulsiveness.
Continue ReadingI will always dry your tears.
Continue ReadingIt is too late to dry all of these tears.
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Continue ReadingIn 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.
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