Shikdar Waliuzzaman Biography

Red signal! Very serious all
Busy the city, busy the forest
But no business in my poor hut
There remains thirst, with no hunger
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Morning made me wake that day
I saw grass in freedom on the window

Arose cruelty in my mind
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My dreams never go to the spring
My cries reach the fade spring
Wordless cries desire to remain
In rain's flows
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When I kiss your rosy lips
Thousands lights burn in heart
Blood circulates in thousand mirrors
Thirsty lips get life, time goes...
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Let's breed the womb of dream
with solemn dream
Let's nurse the dream embryo
with lovely care
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