Another Blindsong

The malady named city was never a concern of geology
Only the ground two feet can seize
The infectious ailing-senses stood upon
Not to regard anyone, is the city we heed

So could move the city, as if a moving indicant
Information concealed, so could division be eminent
Adroit verse is the level where I put the lid
On the pan of feelings
The city said in apathetic cry
Only where sturdy wills die

poem by Tanvir Ratul
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Curse(Mingling the ink of death with greed)

I'm arranging my letters
In such moment of departure!
In such fearful moment with carefull support!

'The ultimate way to travel through
The inflamed thrust'
Which I have learnt from the ignite spell.

At my limit, my shelter
I exchange with my desires
Though fate hasn't the thought of leisure
And I search humbly the arithmetic pleasure.

When the dance is ended, drunken I and the Greed
Learn the tendency of expression, hiden indeed
Now, I will erase the shadows colour if wishes come.

So, I'm holding my hands to the azure,
Waiting to start travel beyond the fate thats sure.

poem by Tanvir Ratul
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