Poetry copy (Tried to translate)
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Turning over pages
With a pen in hand
Thinking of writing
But ink didn't flow
Awake night on night
I try hard to write
Many stanzas came
to my frenzied mind
But nothing on paper
Some scratches made
But soon struck off
Pages crumpled and
Thrown away..
Like an old timer
Edging towards death
My words came bloody
None read my words
Yet I try to write
Someday my poetry
Must see the light
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/shawon1982/poem/1003130
Poem in Bangla.