Baskadia

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

He Wants for the Fabrics of Paradise

Had I the sky's weaved fabrics, Enwrought with brilliant and silver light, The blue and the faint and the dull fabrics Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the materials under your feet … One of Yeats' short show-stoppers, this sonnet is quite possibly of his generally renowned and broadly anthologised verse: 'Be cautious since you track on my fantasies.' It's a flawlessly expressive urging to be dealt with compassionate by one to whom one has swore one's life and heart. It was

Love Unknown

Written thoughts of how it feels to be in love with someone not existing.

Beauty

This is the 2nd Poem I have ever written. Same age as I wrote 'Life As A Poet.' So I'd have been 13 or 14 when I wrote this.

Short poem for bird lovers

In skies so wide, the birds take flight, Their feathers painted with dawn's soft light. With melodies sweet, they serenade the day, In nature's orchestra, they proudly play. Their wings of grace, a sight to behold, In every color, a story's told. In trees they nest, in freedom they soar, Birds of wonder, we forever adore. From sparrows humble to eagles grand, In every land, they make their stand. Oh, bird lovers' hearts, forever they'll sing, For in these creatures, such joy they bring.

The poor grape seller boy(poem)

In the scorching heat, a boy stands tall, Selling grapes, his dreams he recalls. A humble soul, with calloused hands, He weaves his way through life's vast lands. Each grape he holds, a story untold, Of resilience and hope, so bold. With every cluster, he shares a taste, Of perseverance and strength embraced. Beneath the sun, his spirit shines bright, A symbol of courage in the harshest plight. Through dust and toil, he perseveres, A silent poet amid life's tears. In his presence, a lesson we fi

Mercy

Mercy is a gentle rain, That falls on the thirsty soul, It brings refreshment and peace, And makes the heart to grow whole. Mercy is a healing balm, That soothes the aching heart, It brings hope and comfort, And makes the darkness depart. Mercy is a guiding light, That shows the way through the night, It brings courage and strength, And makes the journey seem bright. Mercy is a precious gift, That comes from God above, It is a blessing beyond measure, And it is a gift of love.

Live A Little

For the likes of me

Utter Uselessness

That feeling you get when you wake up late in the evening.

Poetry

SEA POEM #1

In life, there are circumstances wherein we lose hope, we experience to be afraid and to surrender. These are just trials that will make us to be braver. These are experiences which gives us essential lessons and sooner we can make it as an armor in a battle called life.

Gitanjali" written by Rabindranath Freedom of thought, creativity, responsibility

"Gitanjali" written by Rabindranath Freedom of thought, creativity, responsibility for free expression and all kinds of protest against oppression, this 19-feet tall sculpture has been constructed by a group of Dhaka University Faculty of Arts and Sciences. The sculpture was installed at Raju Bhaskar's pad last Tuesday. 15 April, Dhaka. Photo: Syed Zakir Hossain, Prothom Alo

Poem on "The Reign of Thornbush"

An excerpt from the poem; "Too late did the trees learn a lesson profound, As do good men who stay silent, unbound, Choosing passivity in public affairs, they bear, To be ruled by the malevolent, a price unfair."

Galib

Poetry

Writing by Babar Ali

GALIB poetry

I Want You Out Of My Head

Thoughts, Nightmares Dreams and what nots.

Poetry 🤣🤣

A beautiful poem that express my feelings convenient way

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