Some say farming is a skill
But I think it is a talent
Spinning the ground
Smashing the soil
Crushing the land
It’s a God-given knowledge indeed
The farmer never chooses their Jembe
Small or big the depth has to be reached
Old or new the weeds have to salute the master
Time never matters,
Always is ready for the work
It is the call, profession that never washed away
A perfect farmer always is jealousy
Never likes sharing the land out
But it is funny, the... more#Poetry
Title: The Farmer
Some say farming is a skill
But I think it is a talent
Spinning the ground
Smashing the soil
Crushing the land
It’s a God-given knowledge indeed
The farmer never chooses their Jembe
Small or big the depth has to be reached
Old or new the weeds have to salute the master
Time never matters,
Always is ready for the work
It is the call, profession that never washed away
A perfect farmer always is jealousy
Never likes sharing the land out
But it is funny, they can give service elsewhere
Can steal someone’s else farm
For their own, it is like walking into a den
The farmer is always the farmer
Teachers grow old and retire
Doctors grow old and take a rest from their career
Priests grow old and get weak in their mission
Farmers the older they are, the more experienced
Tender grounds seeking for old grown farmer
Some say it is because of fertilizer, but farmers never get old
Farming is the basic and primary work in this world
Farming brings life into the life
Farming chase away stress
Farming needs no degree; a God-given gift
Disagree and say no, but answer me this,
Who taught you to tilt, screw, smash, crush and weed the farm?
Why do I cycle?
Why do I need to see my wheels go round and round on the tarmac?
The bicycle is a means of transport, an old one.
You look at it, it charms you.
It makes you travel,
It makes you fly,
You can seek the infinite with it.
The bicycle is one, basically,
But every place in the world makes different use of it.
In the richest countries,
It is mainly used for sport
And to get around town, in the middle of traffic.
In the les... more#Poetry #BicycleDay
Title: World Bicycle Day
Why do I cycle?
Why do I need to see my wheels go round and round on the tarmac?
The bicycle is a means of transport, an old one.
You look at it, it charms you.
It makes you travel,
It makes you fly,
You can seek the infinite with it.
The bicycle is one, basically,
But every place in the world makes different use of it.
In the richest countries,
It is mainly used for sport
And to get around town, in the middle of traffic.
In the less wealthy countries,
They use it to push through life.
In Bangladesh, people bring fruits and vegetables on their bicycles,
To go sell them at the market.
For all children around the world,
Bicycle means diversion and freedom, it is fun.
It is the same feeling shared by all those adults,
Who moves on two wheels, wealthy or poor, it doesn’t matter.
That breeze against the skin of your face,
That feeling of freedom that allures you
And turns you into a slave, forever.
As cyclists,
We are looking for challenges,
For physical exertion,
For the next journey.
But, above all, we are seeking freedom.
It is the desire to escape from it all that makes us pedal relentlessly.
Open spaces or tough climbs.
On the bike, I savour everything to the full.
I live every moment.
I discover places that otherwise I could not see.
When I get on my bike I feel no boundary or limit.
I am a conqueror,
And every time is a little great quest, body and mind.
I pedal for hours; miles of road, miles of thoughts.
I think about my life,
My dreams, the past and the future.
I imagine and I live,
Because the bike is life and emotions.
On the flat, downhill and up a climb.
#Poetry
Mother's Day Special Poem
Title: The World In A World
I met her.
The greatest creature ever.
She is confident,
Strong and selfless.
Let the world know that without Her,
We live in a void.
I respect Her because she respects Herself.
Upon Her many struggles in life,
She isn't remembered!
How can the world tend to forget a great world?
Why do we think She can not lead us from grass to grace?
Why do we think She is too inferior to lead us in worship?
Why do we forget the world... more#Poetry
Mother's Day Special Poem
Title: The World In A World
I met her.
The greatest creature ever.
She is confident,
Strong and selfless.
Let the world know that without Her,
We live in a void.
I respect Her because she respects Herself.
Upon Her many struggles in life,
She isn't remembered!
How can the world tend to forget a great world?
Why do we think She can not lead us from grass to grace?
Why do we think She is too inferior to lead us in worship?
Why do we forget the world that gave as a world?
Let me lose my head like Saint John the Baptist.
In my way,
In many analyses through the lane of my thoughts,
Given my conclusion,
She is a Great World living in a world.
Sorry for my heart,
Sorry for cut your veins so deep,
My mind forgets that you've already wounded.
Sorry for my heart,
Sorry for bleed your blood around,
My heart forbade the memories of you for sometimes.
Sorry for that time, when I push you away.
Sorry for my heart,
My heart had pain at that time,
But I forget yours,
You were trying to make my heart happy,
while bleeding your pain above.
Sorry for my slumber attitude,
Sorry for my stupidity at t... more#Poetry
Title: Sorry For My Heart
Sorry for my heart,
Sorry for cut your veins so deep,
My mind forgets that you've already wounded.
Sorry for my heart,
Sorry for bleed your blood around,
My heart forbade the memories of you for sometimes.
Sorry for that time, when I push you away.
Sorry for my heart,
My heart had pain at that time,
But I forget yours,
You were trying to make my heart happy,
while bleeding your pain above.
Sorry for my slumber attitude,
Sorry for my stupidity at that time.
Sorry for my heart,
My apologies are weak, I have no words for you, Cruel I!
Sorry for my heart, to make your sleep away,
Sorry for that night, bury your words away,
Sorry for my heart.Sorry For My Heart
Sorry for my heart,
Sorry for cut your veins so deep,
My mind forgets that you've already wounded.
Sorry for my heart,
Sorry for bleed your blood around,
My heart forbade the memories of you for sometimes.
Sorry for that time, when I push you away.
Sorry for my heart,
My heart had pain at that time,
But I forget yours,
You were trying to make my heart happy,
while bleeding your pain above.
Sorry for my slumber attitude,
Sorry for my stupidity at that time.
Sorry for my heart,
My apologies are weak, I have no words for you, Cruel I!
Sorry for my heart, to make your sleep away,
Sorry for that night, bury your words away,
Sorry for my heart.
Sorry for these nights.
May you sleep better tonight.
