Third Angle, Three Different Point

Another Morning

At the end of the day we are alone
as like the beginning of a day .. &
all the middle part is a big stage of acting.

– Another Morning

The Guitarist

I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps.

I don’t know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps

– The Guitarist

আমার পরিচিত কারাগার

A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel

Here’s my Prison

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