here's a poem i wrote

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The Royal Bengal Tiger.

Of fire, floods and earthquakes.
Are such things as young nations,
Just as the poorest relations;
Made, arising in fire and blood
Yet bowing to earthquake and flood.

In truth all are subject
To natures wrathful dialect
Life and limb, self and kin
Lost in the sanguine smile of her sin.

What shall we send in, oh dear
To quell the poor peoples fear.
Yet ,see ,there they stand proud
Never will such spirit be cowed
By man or nature.
They survive; you see that's the Bengali's main feature.

You're welcome to email me at upit999@yahoo.com

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criticism welcom

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The way you are looking for a mate this poem really shows your innerself as you are also a british bangladeshi.Am i right?

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I didn't really understand but yes...Iam a british bangladeshi....