Tha Leader Game Poem by Prativa Dey

Topic # Politics of Riot Buzz. Poetry: : Politics is a phobia. Politics is a scare Still in danger Not in danger though. Headache in the country Where are we If the country is good We live with This nature has given the soil Gave the tree a turn, The river is a guard for all, With all life Such a beautiful world, That is not the acre of anyone This is a matter of thought. So he is wise and himself, On the next floor, we all, Whatever the reason The country is above it
‌Who will be killed in the seat? Power will be plundered by your own hands. That is why riots, not politics is a game of death. In the throes of the economy The game of politics. Partition is greed for power, The leader of the game is forgetting his humanity with religion. There is no humanity in human beings. Forgetting the religion of humanity Go fight Whether it is bragging or not. When the poet's pen arose All can see. Who listens to whom As it goes Worrying more is useless.