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“ইতিহাসের পলাতক সময়ের নিয়ন্ত্রক তুমি বোমা মারো ব্রহ্মাণ্ডের খেলনা সবথেকে দারুন ছিনিয়ে নেয়া আকাশ তোমাকে ঘেন্না করতে পারি না আমি কি বজ্জাত বিদ্যুৎ গাধার চোয়ালকে ঘেন্না করতে পারি যিশু জন্মের এক কোটি বছর আগের পাথরের চাঁই গদা লাঠি কুঠার গুলতি দা ভিঞ্চি রেডইনডিয়ান যুদ্ধকুঠার আপাচে-নেতার মশাল র‌্যাথবোনের ছোরা আহ আর দুঃখি বেপরোয়া বন্দুক ভেরলেম পুশকিন ডিলিঞ্জার বোগার্টের আহ সন্ত মাইকেলের কি জ্বলন্ত তরোয়াল ছিল না সন্ত জর্জের শূল ডেভিডের গুলতি বোমা তুমি ততোই নিষ্ঠুর যেমন তোমাকে মানুষ তৈরি করে তুমি ক্যানসারের চেয়ে নিষ্ঠুর নও সব মানুষই তোমাকে ঘেন্না করে তারা বরং গাড়ির ধাক্কায় বাজপড়ায় ডুবে মরতে চাইবে ছাদ থেকে পড়ে ইলেকট্রিক-চেয়ারে ঋডরোগে বুড়ো হয়ে হে বোমা তারা যেকোনো উপায়ে মরতে চাইবে কিন্তু তুমি মৃত্যুর আঙুল স্বাধীনকর্মী তুমি ফাটো বা না ফাটো তা মানুষের ব্যাপার নয় মৃত্যু বহুকাল যাবৎ আমাদের বিপর্যস্ত করেছে”

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Book:Selected poems
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Selected poems

This book compiles a selection of poems that showcase the depth and diversity of the author's poetic voice, exploring a range of subjects and employing different literary techniques. more

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Gregory Corso
Gregory Corso

Gregory Corso was an American poet known for his unique poetic style and active participation in the counterculture movement. His work is characterized by a strong sense of individualism and a passionate exploration of love, life, and freedom. Corso's poetry often delves into social and political issues, while also expressing profound insights into the human spirit. more

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