Have you heard the story?

A princess, a pirate and a ship sailing into the sea                                                     

An awfully cute, damsel in distress and her captor

A mean pirate king in love with a royal, that’s she

And he is taking princess away, from the kingdom of her.

As the kings ships are falling behind and so the prince

The thug can see the tears rolling, eyelashes battling

Wondering eyes looking at the stormy sea, then since

Stunning she looks with tiara and white dress wedding

He holds her and kisses her, as she looks other way

“My princess I will be your pirate king”, he speaks

Her mumbling lips reply, “That’s not for you to say”.

And the angry bandit shoves her aside as he freaks

“Look there princess, your father wants to make alliance

And the prince wants your gold, army and empire,

The people want a royal wedding to sing and dance,

And this crook wants you, only thing he most desire.”

We Are Bloggers

(In memories of Niloy Neel, Avijit Roy, Washiqur Rahman, Ananta Bijoy Das and all other secular bloggers murdered by extremist, while voicing out their views. As a member of blogger community I am sad and proud of them. This is my way of protesting against the heinous crimes against the bloggers) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attacks_on_secularists_in_Bangladesh

Oh are those fingers? Cut out from those hands?

Why you never listen to us? Is that too much to ask?

Don’t write, don’t read. Don’t even blurt out the truth

Because if you do we will kill you, yes we will.

Do you think you can question religion, god or us?

Well you cannot. So keep your hands calm and quite

Let them not run on the keyboard, we like them that way

Keep your thoughts and opinions to yourself, concealed.

We run this world, and defying us is blasphemy.

Do you think you can go to internet and post any lies?

Listen! We created the truth, and everything else around

So we will claim your head, if you like, comment or share.

Now see what have you have done to yourself?

Lying on the road drowning in your own pool of blood

Now who will create those posts and update in your blog?

Another blogger tonight will not return home to parents.