Deepta Protik Osman Poems

Change not mean perfect,
Change just change.
Not a perfect, there is,
But always a change.
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Struggle in all age
Life in a cage,
In all ages
Life in a cage.
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I heard oneday that an enemy was slain,
His body in the grounds of blood was lain.
My chest was proud
He was a shroud.
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A

Life is full of art and craft
Struggle on in a raft.
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That days, so good!
Now it became very worst.
I cry for the good day
For I suffered a lot on that bad day.
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I wandered at the sands
As I am in a desert,
Few men were there
And night shined
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I


My mother, to shop went,
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People around me, never changed, but I changed,
The people to see, same, I, not.
All people I known, before and now, bad,
I have changed, for them, am sad.
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Priam, the Trojan king
Lies in a great peace.
Lies he there
The city of Troy,
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Red is wound,
With white, a light.
Black is dark,
Where evil bark,
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