Baskadia

Unsaid love

Under the bright light wonder was the place right eyes glanced, heart jumping and pumping, so good wish the moment freezed shouldn't be that shy eyes were amazed, how to suppress wish could say the last bye heart was confused, how to express i swear i gave my best but believe me i got the worst The better I tried The better I failed. Of being, linked The thought recurred I was once again, allured But it was all ruptured. How Wonderful bond that was can't tell how grateful i was the friendship wa

Nature' Poem

Amidst the whispers of the trees so tall, Nature's symphony plays, a gentle call. Rivers dance with shimmering glee, Underneath the sky's vast tapestry. Mountains rise like ancient kings, Guardians of secrets that nature brings. Fields of flowers, a vibrant hue, Painted by a hand that's pure and true. The sun dips low, a golden fire, Painting the horizon with colors to inspire. Stars emerge, a sparkling sight, Guiding the wanderer through the night. In forests deep, secrets softly reside, Where

I'M A WINNER

I'm a winner can't be a looser,i dominate can't be demoted. I rule in all facets of life cos am crowned with the wisdom which supercedes all my peers. Failure isn't permitted in my destiny and lineage cos we are embodiment of winners . We lead in all we do cos we are accord peculiar and royal priesthood. Am not moved by any challenges of life cos am born an over comer ,born to dominate. I flourish in my endeavours cos i have the right to prosper. I swim in prosperity cos the strong holds of po

ONCE A LOVER, NOW A DEVIL by Richie Kharis

She told him "I hate you," but he took it as a joke Her smile was deceiving and her voice was relieving He only saw an angel with a figure like an eight And never bothered to take note of her repeated joke He told her, " Look, I love you—I'll take a blow for you." But she looked at him smiling as if his words were untrue Yes, I know, but I still hate you because that is what I do Again, he waved, but this time those words came sinking through I see you working, defending me, and fighting for me

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

Love

A poem about girl betrayed by her lover

Trapped in Helplessness

A feeling of powerlessness, A sense of being trapped, The weight of the world on your shoulders, And no way to adapt. You try to break free, But the chains are too strong, You scream for help, But no one comes along. Lost in a sea of despair, With no hope in sight, You struggle and fight, But it's a losing fight. Helplessness consumes you, It's all that you know, And in the end, you realize, You're never letting go.

There was a country

Once! There was a country That held hope for her people Whose leaders were the youths role models Whose people were the most disciplined Whose military were the nation's pride Whose students were the nation's erudite Whose economy prospered and flourished Yes! There was a country Whose neighbours were envious Whose citizens were contented Whose environment was friendly and peaceful Whose military strength, Was nothing compared to her neighbour's Yet she was satisfied and happy There was a countr

Puppet

Your beauty bewitched me, Just like a moth drawn to a flame, You pulled me and I couldn't resist And just like a puppet You made me dance to your rhythm I was a hopeless romantic A slave to your love

Live A Little

For the likes of me

Utter Uselessness

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

Poetry

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."

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Urdu gazal

Loneliness

Dillagi

Poetry

Ghalib

Galib

GALIB poetry