Let me die by Ashfaque Habib Chowdhury

Let me die

In a night, along desolate, with a cup of poison
While whole universe sleeping, in the prison.
How was their's dreams of freedom...??
How they feel safe in dreadful sound of bomb...?
Black clouds on the head hidden by dark night
which is waiting for the black day to fight.
All great arms, now tippled by toxic of world.
They lost power to trough and to bold..
Perhaps somes try to keep their hand up.
The prisoners of the universe cut these and rub..
Within such danger how a life can alive..
Simple, peaceful, socialistic and in wide waive.
How can i live within disgusted tub...??
So, let me die with the poison cup

O my love by Ashfaque Habib Chowdhury

O.... my love
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O.... my love
On a white glass with pseudo flow
With pain, trouble and billion blow.
Tear falls on the petals of red rose
which I heaped while pose.
My dreams about you awhile the quiet night
blessed with joy, making it bright.
Fooled about over your blue eyes
But, I swindled by rely on your vice.

O... my love
On a drop of blood with your memory
Which was fall to save you from tragedy.
It fails; It covered in the black history of life
which neither was discovered nor did it wipe

O... my love
On the morning's sunlight with gloom eyes
which never wanted to see your cries.
But, tears on my eyes was your prize
My soul surprised to sacrifice such vice.
Still, I am, I will be alive
With your dreams to survive.
It is a promise to you
I will be with my view.