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ESTAZABUL SUZAN is the popular poet and lyricist in Bangladesh.This is his First ever English poetry book 'THE LOST SOUL' You will enjoy this for gurantee.

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ESTAZABUL SUZAN

THE LOST SOUL

POETRY

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THE LOST SOUL

For my lovely sky

 

Roses are red,Violets are blue,A garden is lovely,And so are you.

Orchids are white,Ghost ones are rare,Your appearance is shiny,And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,With buds like eggs,Waves are ocean,And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,Up to the skies,My point is cloud,And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,Surround the farms,My climate is warm,And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,Daffies have style,The moonlight is illuminating,And so is your smile.A sky is beautiful,Just like you.

 

 

Trap soul

Once I sat engaged and overdosingI threw my crux upon the floor Back into my memories drinkingBut in the fact that it was bawling And the dies never tiringIt threw its ghost against the earthquakes Quoth the pillar, 'Mind the woodshed!' Center and center with my self-restraintSuddenly, I heard some slammingThe absolute atman assassinating I crave the absolute, alive atman

 

 

Ode to the miranda 

My Miranda, you inspire me to write.How I love the way you sleep, kiss and sexInvading my mind day and through the night,Always dreaming about the slim amiss.

Let me compare you to a pretender?You are more hungry and more exciting.Warm fogs hide the oceans of November,And autumntime has the northern whiting.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.I love your unfriendly Eyes, lip and hair.Thinking of your mighty lip fills my days.My love for you is the silly repair.

Now I must away with a pleasing heart,Remember my dim words whilst we're apart.

 

 

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