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Ozymandias
P.B. Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert; near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear :
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings;
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains, round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.


Buying pittle peace
Sk Nazrul

To buy a little peace
It takes savings a dozen of years!
Nothing is so precious on the earth.
To sell a little piece
For a little bit of suffering
One has to offer the whole lot of wares
A collection of a dozen years!
May be it would require a dozen more
It is no wonder!

Be kind
Md Maiz Uddin

To follow the path of holy men
Or vicegerent, for our salvation
In the other world
By patience and working hard,
Truth and tranquility
Peace and sincerity
All those are human quality.

Thou art to render noble duty,
Though surrounding fellows may be naughty
Helpless and distitutes urchins
Dwelling uncared, ill-treated in dens.
Taking meal when ill
Just stomach to fill.
Illness, unhappiness constant friend
Sorrow and borrow
Their path narrow
Remaining thinking with bare-hand.
Medicare far behind them!
But to live ov'r a dam.
Belongings nothing but sacks
Ov'r head only a thatched.
Drops of rain
Befall them in the drain.
Fogs and dews makes a few
Shivering, daring just a new.
Be kind and save
Don't  push them to grave.