Postmortem of a martyer
They kill animals
like humans would do
They use blades
and machetes
to cut open the throat .
to see blood rain over them
they enjoy .
They use machetes
To peel off the skin
As smoothly as a seov layer
and see
the muscle/ bone inside
They
chop the bone
to pieces
and make
chopping fun
They wear the bones
as bravery sits
on the collars
They eat the flesh
as bravery eaters
their bones.
They
the black ones
kill bones
of society as well
They kill
bones to make them wear
the bones tear apart
flesh tear apart
wearing bones
They click on rifles
to kill the bones
So that
the flesh can’t talk
The click
bones to the home
and make them wear
they click bones
to make them wear
To make them sick
They wear.
They use bones
as macketes to
kill humans
They like blood
And dirt of the human mind
They use dirt to write up
Innocents of society
And make them fear the worst.
Come back Bangladesh
They remains
after 41 years
of liberation war
to see the dawn of
a new era
A one
where no one like him
lives
No one manages
to kill anyone
No one thinks
of this
The people live in harmony
And kill the Bangladeshi sons
who called it in war
They wait for justice
For a trial to end
They are
the war heroes
The Call
for a nation to stand up
from a nation that in ruins
a wake up call
Do ye hear it?
The voice of the martyrs
Saying its long been
A transitory phase
And its time to go ahead in time
Must have been time that Bangladesh learns walk on its day
He sees bright future ahead
but through a dense fog which clears
Bangladesh we beauty
Where or you
In time
Where others
Are way forward
Leading the time backwards
They born in horror
To see you come back where will you come
My Bangladesh
Who are Swans
They use muscles
to kill a society
and use dagger
to chop it up.
They use blood
to stain their shirts
and wear it in place
where men fear
They use it
to wear T-shirts
stained in blood
mud , not mud
A smooth groove
on the throat
and the mud slide
starts
A flat knife
used to kill
a daa – ramdaa
also seen
They pic
blood is spilled
all around
one is done
others around
They take turns
Spilling mud
On the ones
Who are swans
Visa
Waiting for a six
Waiting for a long time
Keep eyes in fix
A ball just clicks
If bowler thinks
The men take pics
The bats are thicks
The batsman hits
The ball just flicks
The boss then sees
The batsman nicks
The slipman picks
The ones where are vise
Class
One is down
others are up
all one down
one is up
Love of Death
All is gone
In love of death
For them to cherish
alive or dead
They used weapons
in love of death
to kill the ones
the alive or dead
For them to cherish
Alive or dead
They used rods
To master death
They tried one
By virtue of faith
A month of December
An old man
left alone
(recalling past
Passing street
in December)
loitering
for journey to end .
Been along one
though not one
that he wished
it would be
Month of December
Long year end
Long year end
New year starts
Internal compliments / strategies
Cold
Victory
Stary
Let us walk together
In peace
Not as strong / left alone
proud of past
want to guide young
Dream 1
I dream to be an engineer
(for my parents ) want it to be
I dream to be a doctor
For my parents consider it
Wonderful
I dream to be an engineer
For my Parents consider
It is wonderful
Dream-2
I want to be an engineer
For my artist mom gets underpaid
I want to be a doctor
For my father suffered a death
I want to be a dead
For my life seems ( unbearable)
Reading day and night and
waiting for examination
its unbearable
Tanwir Muhammed Taqi