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Nurin series poems



1.

Nurin.


Whose sleep does not come even after many nights

The last paddy field in the world in the middle of his dream

Very down to injury

She is today and tomorrow

Lying next to himself

Solitude

At first I thought I would rob him

The path went down into darkness

The duck is floating in the water

In tune and electricity

Let's sing a song today

Tamil or Oriya!



2.

One day at the end of winter

Our conversation

Less and more depth

The way we write poetry is wrong

Still, it looked like molted

And I saw Nurin up close in infatuations


3.

Nurin

Who has no harvest song

Still, this awful winter seems to be his harvest

Filled with Rabindranath's songs, do it too, merciful



4.

Of the earth
Chest
Hungry insects have arrived
Again
I think so
My yolk is still boiling
bit by bit
Mom
And
Nurin
Hanging from hard bridges
When I die
Deco speaks Bangla with affection
Tell Dad
His deepest sorrow is as beautiful as Bangla.


5.

People
And more people
A man
With trees
Hung
With lips
Crying
 And beautiful
 Another man
 With its wings
 Empty and empty
 Far away
 With a lot of people
 Man is one
 People more and more
 People


6. 

Those today
 The trees are flying
 Towards us.

 We are on a tree planting campaign
 Like Samia's wrong number
 Crushed is eternal.

 Those today
 The ship is running, the train is floating

 Samia, your math book, waking up in my midst, is very unknown.


7. 

Listen listen it's an ad

 School
 College
 University
 Or
 Your home
 Any
 In various ceremonies
 Call me
 Unpaid
 Let's laugh
 Communication
 Malay Dutt
 132 / C Bara Magbazar
 The alley next to Grand Plaza
 Phone number 0171645
 Only strict
 If the sun is in the sky
 Get up


8.

Fascism fucks 
 My
 The head cracked

 Gets the seeds of lifelessness in the body.

 Who will sew the cracked head
 Eyes come to mind before thinking

 I know it's not possible, but I dream,

 Between Marx and Lenin, my students and I have been eating chocolate after chocolate, giving meaningless whistles


9. 

A few
 Sparrow
 Flying through our afternoons

 Tired cats
 Like
 I am lazy
 In the middle of a huge field
 I came and stood

 Wordless and  Unaccompanied.

 Mom, you can throw a little card now

 Look,
 Your child or
 More
 A few
 Sparrow
 Flying all afternoon ...

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