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I have loved to write and read poetry since I was a child and still in the midst of this stale poem happiness happiness pain an artist and a poet can express it One day I too want to grow up to be a poet and a writer.One of my favorite poems is ((man)).written by Kazi Nazrul Islam..Gahi Samyer Gaan-
There is nothing greater than man, no greater than man,
There is no country-time-pot difference, same religion,
In all countries, at all times, in every house, he is a relative of man.
‘Priest, open the door,
It is time for Khudar Thakur to stand at the door and worship! '
Seeing the dream, the anxious priest opened the temple
God bless you today!
Worn-clothes thin-faced, hungry voice weak
Dakil Panth, 'Open the door, father, I haven't eaten for seven days!'
Suddenly the temple closed, the beggar returned,
Whale night, his hungry manik burns across the path!
Bhukhari fukari 'kaya,
‘That temple worshiper, oh god, not yours!’
There was a lot of shirni in the mosque yesterday, plenty of gosht bread
Survived, Mr. Mollah laughed so cuddly!
At that time, Musafir Gaye-Azari's Chin came
Says ‘Dad, I’m hungry for seven days today!’
Teriyan haiya hankil molla - vala hal dekhi letha,
You are starving to death! Do you pray, son?
The beggar said, 'No, father!'
Look at the straight path! 'He took gosht-ruti and locked the mosque!
The beggar goes back,
As he walks, he says-
Eighty years have passed, I have never called you,
The Lord did not stop my hunger for food
Then people claim that there is no lord in the mosque and temple,
Mollah-Purut has put the key in all his doors!
Where is Genghis, Ghajini-Mamud, where is Kalapahar?
Break down the locks and doors of the temple!
Who puts the door in God's house, who gives the lock there?
All the doors are open, shovel hammer shovel shovel!
Hi Ray Bhajanalaya,
Climb your minaret and win the interest of Bhand Gahe!
Hate people '
O 'Kara Koran, Veda, Bible Kissing Mori' Mori '
He insisted on taking the book out of his mouth,
Those who killed Anil Gran'-Kitab,
Worshiping Gran's hypocritical team! Listen to all the fools,
People brought gran '; - Gran' did not bring any man.
Adam David Jesus Musa Ibrahim Mohammed
Krishna Buddha Nanak Kabir, -The wealth of the world,
These are our fathers and grandfathers, these are among us
Their blood is more or less in every artery!
We are their children, relatives, bodies like theirs,
Who knows when Mora may become like that.
Don't laugh, friend! How infinite I am,
I know who knows who is there
Your Majesty.
Maybe Kalki is coming to me, Mehedi Isa is coming to you,
Who knows whose on- and adi, who gets whose direction?
Who are you hating, brother, who are you kicking?
Maybe God is awake in his chest day and night!
Or maybe he's nothing, not great,
There are miserable wounds and grief,
Yet the world's most sacred Gran's shrine
সম Not as sacred as a small body!
Maybe Ihari Urse Bhai is in his cottage-bus
No one is born - there is no pair in the history of the world!
The world has not heard that message even today, in that superpower
Even today the world has not seen, - maybe he is already in the house!
Who is he? Chandal? Why? No, and disgusting creatures!
That could be Harishchandra, the Shiva of that crematorium.
Today Chandal, tomorrow may be Mahayogi-Samrat,
Tomorrow you will offer sacrifices to him, you will recite Nandi.
Call it a shepherd, do it, O-Hela, who cares!
Maybe the cowherd of Braj has secretly come dressed as a shepherd!
Hate the farmer!
Didn't I tell my father to hide in the form of Dekho Chasha?
As many prophets as there were shepherds of sheep, they also took the plow,
They brought the immortal word যা that which is in the Lord forever.
The beggar and the beggar went back to the door cursing,
When did Bhola-Nath Girija come in the middle of it, do you know that!
Your enjoyment is reduced unless you beg,
So you chased the gods with the door.
He kept beating me.
Who knows if the goddess of humiliation has forgiven you!
Friend, your heart is full of greed, selfishness in both eyes,
Otherwise, you see, Coolie has become a god in Sebi.
The gods in the human chest, the pain-stricken interest,
So you eat looted animals? Will you satisfy your hunger with it?
Mandodari knows the food of your hunger
You have the arrow of death, then where in the palace!
Your wish-queen
From age to age, animals have thrown you into the abyss of death.
Thank yoi my all hive friend...