A beautiful hell
During the silence of the sound The sky was overcast with cloud Suddenly, a rain drop fell On a lively beautiful hell People were busy with their own works Enjoying their promises and hugs Nobody was there to care Crime and sin, everything was fair
The dreamers
They burned the witches for the day and tried to clean the air. But the air's never clean where their breaths have been. The smoke of ideas just circle around and infect. Once infected the symptoms are clear. Your laughter grows too loud, your songs become too free, your eyes see too much. Don't fret, simply wait to die. Some are ashes. You now are the smoke.
Indoctrinated to Hate the Humanity
One Mr. Jubair Ahmed sent the appended poetry to Texas A&M University listserv, AM-BSALIST@LISTSERV.TAMU.EDU. Even though it is much polished and civilized than the actual doctrine of the 6th century, it contains insult and hatred addressed to those who do not follow his scripture. The listserv and its members of other faiths tolerated discussion and promotion of a particular religion for years. But this time one Ms Sumitra Biswas humbly asked some obvious questions for such hatred to the others. At long last, the community realized that it was not fair for Mr. Ahmed to put such a hateful poetry in the listserv and Sumitra was appreciated for bringing up the issue to the light.