Break down all the walls,
All the boundaries man-made.
The whole earth is a country
Where we live.
A Stony Hero
Here death, killing, violence, hunger
Round the clock play the doom's game;
Snatching, hijacking, injustice, inconvenience
Grow the grass of sorrow in the field of life.
How many poems you have written, o Tagore!
How many poems, o Jibananando Das!
How many immortal pictures you have drawn, o Joinul!
How many songs you have composed, o Nazrul!
There is no appetite in heart,
Appetite arises only in body-
The infinite desolate appetite
Remains into my two eyes.
A rose has
bloomed so far,
I get smell,
can't see her.