Poems about love and pain

Bangladesh Poetry

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Beauty hewn by labourios 


There was a marry party,
Hustle and bustle all around, 
Face of every person reflect merry,
No tensions floating on any face,
Everybody absorbed in joyful. 

 Few person active in own diversion, 
 As some in droll with various victual,
 No body mingle with each way, 
 Rather they had different delicious, 
 Relish in order to the same by all.

Whereas some busy in cavort, 
Who didn’t care about dine,
Remain entertain by behold,
With the corresponding ratio
At DJ melody that enhanced. 

A poor poet who coffee imbibe, 
Eyes fallen on poor girl at function,
Observe her belle that reflect self,
Whereas she in grimy raiment, 
Who collecting disposable utensils. 

What’s buoyant her charming,         Among other girls who took help from maquillage,
These lines describe her charmingness 
That a proof of her laborious work, which Entails to her beauty’s by itself alive. 
This poem describes about the beauty of a Labour girl. WHO whether poor by unfortunately but his labourios work reflection of his beauty. So, take this not kidding because GOD doesn’t discriminate at all level as with poorness corresponding with beauty. So, Labour naver decline anyone beauty rather hewn it. 

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Helpless women


Winter at the peak point,

There was a breeze air,

Twilight got fallen by turn,

There was a drizzling. 

        A mini bus carrying on, 

        Contain Some caravan,

        Toward their destination,

        Which has crowded too.

While the bus going away from 

City, ticket collector set

About tickets, he called for 

Tickets to every one. 

        During the ask for Ticket

        While he approached 

        To a poor lady who was 

       Call for tickets, nothing tune.

Produced by helpless lady,

At just collector furious upon 

Her, sometimes he pass over,

While carrying on to others.

           After wind up tickets ,

           He recited for ticket to

           Her, but remain same 

           Answer, nothing to pay.

At same wrathful answer,

Blow out whistle to stop bus,

Cry out for her drop down,

From bus, due to not paid.

          Whereas night got fallen

          But no one come forward

         To her help, whereas few

         Person rich there & could.

When poor she set down,

She tolerant aversion & snub,

Speak rather, murmuring 

But, By her differ language. 

      unable to walk due her

      pregnancy, clothes filthy  

      In reality, she need too help,

      As financial & physically.

Where she had bound 

To drop, There is no shop

& home, Rather boulevard, 

What lay down timorous.

 No didn’t help her, might due to 

 Her creed, but humanity don’t 

 Teach the discrimination 

 Based on cast & religion. 

10:30 pm    01/04/2020


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This poem describes about the poor wohman who was helpless and need help by way of financial as well as physical. But, all present passengers would not had helped her but some insulted her. What was too wrong and sympathy less as well as shameful. 
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