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

I know true heartache.

Our role and destiny in history.

I watched some gulls swoop down
a clear, blue sky…..

I started to write this poem out of my randomness for writing. This poem seems to be a gentle poem in some twisted way but I don’t nesscesarily know what to make of it. Comments are open.

Thousands of girls I see in you…

Summer is here,
the sky is clear ….

In today’s world filled with lots of technological advancements, the nation cannot even imagine in its worst of dreams, not to have an air force that has good air combat capabilities.

Remembering the joy and adventure of traveling, and missing home just a little bit.

This was a poem I wrote when I was going through some difficult times, It helped inspire a few people I know to not give up.