Repairing your stained graces
You are ready with arms
To haunt us down.
You are ready with arms
To haunt us down.
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- Bonolota Sen
- When You Look At Me
- Short but Long walk to go!
- sleepless night
- An Abstract Poem
- super love
- A Birth Story of a Poem
- Modern Womans Love Account
- Arrival of the evening
- You Are a Good Geometrical Figure!
- The Tortures of Ambitions!!
- In Celebration of Hell
- Is it Easy to Leave the Lights of The Cities?
- An essay on the agonies of exam!
- Anniversary of Separation
- what i am
- I led my own funeral!
- Something Satanic
- To that fair lady who stole my heart
- i don't wish to born again
- Hamlet Chewing Gum!
- Petrarch Revisited
- Caught in the net of your beauty
- Winter
- Money,Love and Poems
- On First Reading Of Shakespeare's Othello
- Life:A Journey in a Twilight
- Prayer for grace
- Love Hunting
- Rotten Love
- Sins and Sinning
- thoughts in mess
- Shorts
- Difficult to Defeat Devil
- A Song for Separation
- Politico-Bangladesh
- Singing in Ecstasy
- A prayer of a bad boy
- Mocking Smile of Victory
- I break the promises with me
- Indifference
- Mornings and Me in Disharmony
- Everything hot,hot everything
- Diary:18-05-2012
- My political schooling:Some moments taken from my ...
- How a poem should be
- Lalbagh Killa:A failed but successful travel there...
- Getting Morning Back:A Diary (15-05-2012,6:00am)
- Old Dhaka:Foods and Tastes
- "Kantha Puri" a round type of bread I've taken tod...
- Chakma Literature:An Overview
- Slaughtering Game
- My heart locked in your hair!
- Singing in Ecstasy
- Enigma's of Intimacy
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- Sabidin Ibrahim
- Poetry is my passion, philosophy is my obsession and history is my lesson. Yesterday I was a poet, today I'm a writer and tomorrow I'll be a statesman. I want to carry my past, present and future together.
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