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delude

Softly 
Stay Alive
Sagacity

I think poetry is such a strong genre where you can deceive and mislead people in the wrong direction at the same time you can raise awareness to a situation with the words that you use and how you use it. I think it's a very important tool if used correctly. Could be good or bad but it does have an effect on the world if you use it correctly. Depending on the person my poetry can be used both ways it's how people perceive it and that's why poetry is close to me cause it's a mystery

delude

delude 

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Sunsets and rises and he despises 
it kept getting harder to breathe 
Like Miller's planet, he realizes   
The thirst he found was nothing like lethe

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Gargantua was its name but he was a hollow
It started to swallow, not a Coope to follow  
Chained to his faith, so can’t show any sorrow 
Weekend was his friend so he became shallow

 

Red and Green a fate so equivocal
Blood seem to be in both pinnacle
Thought Bengal was supposed to be greater
then why's different beliefs being killed by dictators 

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Hoax and Heartless is all he sees in front of his face,

they caress and tries to access as he tries to express his case.

He will change the flow, until it takes 1000 years to understand.

He will show them the deck, but they won't know it will disband 

 

But still question his loyalty, then murmurs with the society 

Put his life in jeopardy, but majority would walk over immediately

Tells him to Succumb, then proceeds to say to him why you so glum    

What a strange world this is, if anyone opens up they are a scum

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Likes to speak, even when he deceives 
Just like lies, even poetry misleads  
Tenet is his game like his name 
Switch up the flow and Neezar is his claim 

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Stay Alive
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Mustafa

Bloodied from the start, 
have to say it’s a work of art 
Small like a dart 
but straight to the heart.

Tells me to restart, 
mate, still stuck on the jumpstart. 

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Drops of red is all I see,
while figuring out my plea. 
Something like this comes from the sea,
How can this be the key?

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Still I put it hoping it would land, 
How can I when its shards of sand.

All this for something grand,
but keeps getting disband.

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A gust of wind and it's slowly fading, 
of course the breeze is aiding

Slowly getting hard to breath, 
wish I found something like lethe 
I’m almost done aching,
only then I start waking 

Those windows becomes sheath, 
it's too close to underneath 

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Move and open so pleasing to sea 
It's not like I can flee

Close to me cause now it's banshee 
I don't want it to be free 

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Tomorrow, it's the same show, 
hoping it will one day blow, 
Because I know I will have the same flow, 
As I utter these words row by row.
 

Sagacity


I have two legs, I have two arms, I have a functioning body, 
I might not be rich but I don’t need an Audi. 
If you’re poor, you’re in a rickshaw, breathing in the exhaust,
Still sewing their colorful dreams with knitting, no matter the cost.  

 

I am in a tiny steel cage attached to a motorcycle, 
Going through my head like a roller coaster spiral.  
How this problem got so bad? 
Still people are glad so they don’t add. 

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Expect I would definitely say I’m happy, 
And carry the baggage of guilt badly. 
What unique perspective of life,
Holding on even if it’s a knife.

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It’s an ominous feeling Abandoned from futuristic values. 
Without hard political choices to make?
The only shame is that's your never ending frame
Smells like new and nature reminds me of government features. 

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All they need is Quite bit of wisdom
That’s why there’s different type of vision  
Yet, as we try to calculate, fighting against fate. 
For a little extra, of something great. 

 

Sagacity
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My Story

Hi and welcome to my poetry portfolio! My name is Muhibul Razeen and I'm currently a student. I think poetry is a creative way to express your feelings without saying too much and people can interpret it in their own ways without giving away what you're trying to say. And that's the best part about poetry is you leave them guessing and it's a mystery. This way I enjoy expressing what I want to say in a creative way and other people relate to it in their own way.

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