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This poem is all about the beauty of nature that I feel...
This poem is totally opposite to the last poem I wrote"I don't belong to the world"

Look what I see there
those ফুলেরসাজি are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those গান গাওয়া birds are very dear to me..

This green ঘাস freshens up my mood
that blue sky , gives me a hope
that shiny sun brightens up my smile
These winds are calming my heart

See what I see there
a রামধনু after a very heavy rain
those রঙ can be seen in my eyes
I can feel the magic of this nature

I am flying with the butterflies
even though I am on land
I am গান গাওয়া with the birds
even though I don't have a nest.

a man can feel all this nature
when he own the treasure
the treasure isn't the gold
that treasure is just the happiness.

The pain it hurts, It rips and tears.
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from আপনি and the things you've become.
Don't আপনি remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do আপনি remember at all?
Now my hatred for আপনি is growing strong.
Every insult আপনি throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much আরো can I take?
Now do আপনি see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are আপনি glad that আপনি killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course আপনি don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My হৃদয় isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black


So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some বন্ধু অথবা something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:

-OfmiceandDes

Stopping দ্বারা Woods on a Snowy Evening
দ্বারা ROBERT FROST

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and ফ্রোজেন lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his জোতা bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The trees always seemed to shake.
And the pretty still calm lake.
The calm wind blowing in my face.
Oh, look two young deer having a race.
Look at those bees in a beehive up in that tree.
While a প্রজাপতি perches on my knee.
The sweet smell of dozens of fresh flowers.
Look!
A beautiful rose!
And a small blue bird.
There it goes.
As I hum, the mockingjay is my echo.
Oh no it’s ALMOST time to go.
The ঘাস is as green and fresh as lime.
As I look at my watch wondering if it’s time to go.
Sadly, yes it’s time.
As I watch from a distance a ভালুক behind a বৃক্ষ scratching it’s back.
Uh-oh I think it’s going to attack!
I go run away.
Hoping I can come back another day.
The forest is sometimes dangerous, but it’s beautiful, calm, and quiet.
But I wish I didn't have to say goodbye this way. :(