Hate Is A Simple Poem Poem by Tamiz Ludi

Hate is a simple poem
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Tamiz Uddin Ludi

Our hatred should be detailed, against the world's atrocities

Hate details are against Suu kyi and her junta
Hate details should be against Isis
Hate about Hulku, Genghis and Hitler's ghosts
Hate details, against all the claws, jaundice and sandstones
Hate details are either against one-eyed monster.

Although we are gradually losing all the flashes of light
Armor confused Armor
Continuous revarsal of untruths and mischief
Finding all the pledges are different spaces and folks
Today, I'm sitting on knees all the way.

Satan's legs are sitting on the neck like Satan's legs
Our nerves and consoles are being tossed into our fingers
As a blocked breathing gradually increases the humility
of humiliation.

Surrounding the fear around Hanging
resistance is the index finger of resistance.
Loyal and mesmerized people will lose their pride
'All animals in the world, be happy'
'Peace of peace' is going to be lost!

Buddha's message is going to disappear
The basic principle of Islam is lost, peace.
Dangers in the team have gone frenetic in the streets of
the dick and arms jumps in bloodshed, violence, atrocities
They also brought religion to dust.

Hooked camels of froeign policy should be seen in Sahara
Let the whole earth be stubborn and silent, and
Nobel Peace Prize became a farce for a list
Human heartbeat becomes deceptive
We see the blind walls, the round-the-clock road, and
the chaos in the joy of joy
Human parts, part foot, hands and toes
The girl's floating breath, the sorrows of rape.

Arakan is going to be eroded like decaying humanity
No war, no children, old women and bloodshed women
As if squeezing the scepter of sovereignty in an aggressive hand.

Rosanga, Rakhine, shaking the screams of people who are being
charred and burnt coal
Blood is like rivers, people like wood and coal;
The warth of the Rosang king arising out of history
was such that the anger of the king
Te crucifixion of the mountain of the forest.

The borders of the border endanger
the border of the endangered people
The weapon is on the back, the
Weapon behind the rack is in the front
Only the sky crying, bloody endless sleep way out
Children-women-older
On the other side of the page is death,
and the uncertain darkness
They are lying like a bloodstream.

People walking on the slopes are sure to die
in the eternal or long dark tunnels.