All Throttle Me Poem by Bird To Bard

All Throttle Me



All Throttle Me
The sky is up above the chest
The earth is the under feet
In the severe cold
I sweat
If the air goes disfavor
Such the fire
Water rises furiously
Life becomes river bed
The Land slides from under the feet
Where do i keep them
alas! alas!
Without your HELP
My shelter is none
Dumb Ashpit Where I RUN

This is a translation of the poem সব চেপে ধরে by Bird To Bard
Monday, April 3, 2017
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MOHAKHALI, DHAKA/ BHUAPUR-TANGAIL- BANGLADESH
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