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গৃহহীনের অজানা ভাবনা...(unknown thinking of homeless)

Location : Cantonment station, Dhaka.


Ah, my crops swamped,


My house overwhelmed,


My luggage looted,


My striving wasted.


My hands are abandoned,


My eyes are inquired,


My feet are trembled,


Oh God, my kids are displaced.


Just a wild blues yonder;


Abide on the head.


Beneath flow of flood all over,


Reaching rapidly closed to us.


I do not want anything,


I do not need anything,


But my kids are greedy,


Nothing left to breed them.


Requisition on their lips,


Desirous on their faces,


Glitter Hopes and tears in vain,


Anxious to cease their thirst.


Muddy water on the ground,


Touching their bag of bones,


How can I guard them?


And put in under one’s wing.


O’ Nation, an innocence call to you,


Act a small part of something,


Which God has given to you?


Just breed my kids and shelter them.


Still in a hope to see once again,


A delighted life with full of fun,


On my kids smiling faces;


Though the generosity of God.


Alas, no one feel the pain;


The pain burning inside my body.


I wish no one can face it ever,


A time I am facing right now.


Written By: Aymen Zaheer


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Taken on January 22, 2009