Poetry - Ironclat prisoner
Yousuf Howlader Shawon
Poet write a poem Take up the thunder pen. The storm will rise in this universe Storm in poetry rhyme, The destruction of the tax on the hell of that hell Break that iron suit Give it to hell The abuser's chest. O Poet! Do not fear there is no fear Taha Mahavira's way! The way that's gone Thousands of martyrs You are the passenger in this way Long way ahead You will have to pay Look at the poet and look at the poet The red sun in the east You are calling through the handshake In the new Morning Release message Can you do the poet? Let's say the way of salvation The rhythm of poetry rhythms in the rhythmma Write rebellious poems. By the death of Aasara To shove the criminals O poet, why are you silent? Look at the thorn wire Hanging your sister Fellation body. The rebel poet has been captured So what would you be? Silent! You are also a prisoner of iron. Shake your voice That rebel song, Write poems Humanity O Pour out Hell The abuser's chest.