Realistic poem,

The photo of reality,

Verse raises humankind's request

Verse is my fantasy trust verse.

Individuals call me so reasonable writer

How much bad form is done in this general public,

What number of individuals are caught up with doing abhorrent things

I write in the ballad for truth

Individuals call me so reasonable writer

Human hopelessness is mischief to society,

Misrepresentation of truth lies in reality.

Gift in the rope of society like the sickness,

Overnight citizens set the slopes for cash.

I am occupied to open the veils.

Individuals call me so practical artist

Blood is played in Haridam,

Incredible hands are debilitated

At the point when mankind moves into the clean,

I can not foul up before the eye.

I challenge in the expressions of verse.

Individuals call me so reasonable writer

For the sake of equity, how much bad form,

Shouting out, which takes a gander at it.

Sukrun Ahazari of losing her family,

The poorest of poor people, the ballad of the lyric.

So envision,

Individuals call me so reasonable writer

Society overflowed today with liquor, betting, intrigue,

I feel sorry that I cry.

Requesting to deny the artists,

The genuine picture of agony and torment

Numerous individuals comprehend my life,

Individuals call me so sensible writer

Watch the manifestations of God,

It has made everything in an unexpected way.

Man has made the best animals of creation,

These individuals are the poor inert in the wrongdoing.

Understanding into what I look,

Its ideal picture to attract verse.

The everlasting society of Bengal,

Conjunction of tranquility of the general population of various countries.

This is the green idea of the air and quality of Bengal

Mats and brooks convey many streams.

I look for freedom in the freedom of mankind,

So the wellspring of verse is my imperceptible quality.