Let's be Fair


I have a feeling to change the world,

to write a new narrative.

The foundation of history has been laid wrong;

and you writers aren't helping matters.

If God gave you the ability to write, it isn't for you to put up your emotions, or lay out your complains,

it isn't even about what you like or not.

It was never about you,


Writing isn't about depression or anger or pain, neither is it troubles.

If God gave you the ability to write, then it means he trust you enough with the power to change and mold history,

for you to actually make the better difference.

Not for you to keep feeding his sheep with depression letters, and suicidal notes.

Telling them how you feel or what life's about!


You would be on the wrong course if you refuse to do the right thing; Words are power and Life. Each one wasted is a life gone, and each one played with, is causing agony on another.


I couldn't continue my writer's carrier, cause i began to see that everyone i worked with where either depressed or suicidal.

An upcoming psychopath or a full blown one. And that's wrong, very very wrong. Now! i don't even know if writers are solving problems or if are actually the one causing it. cause they keep feeding the depressed people with more depression and the lonely ones with more loneliness yet when they commit suicide you say that no one reached them. No! God actually thought someone reached them. It's just that the 'Person' -in quote. that was to reached them played the wrong role.


So dear follow people, if you are facing any challenges... Go! treat yourself, become better, be victorious. Cause writers aren't depressed people. 


If you are depressed and write, doesn't mean you are a writer. You might just be a mentally disabled person who has too much words banging in his head. And trust me, that doesn't make you a writer, Cause demons are the ones who shouts in people's mind.


Published by: Robin Hossain

**Education**


Education u are my life 

Because you change my life 

I was nothing before 

But nw I'm something 


I was poor before  I got education 

But now I'm rich because of you education 

You make my life very easy 

Cause I cn do whatever I like 

Jst because of you education 


You make me happy 

Because you take me out of poverty 

You made my dream come true

Because at present I Know how to read and write 


Now I'm a better person in my community 

Because I hv education that no one Can take it away from me


That is why Dr Nelson Mandela says education 

Is the weapon that we can use to change our lives

And with education we can fight against poverty 

It is true with education life is so easy.


Published by: Robin Hossain

**Bloody Money**


I rather be poor and happy than wealthy and unhappy 

Seems like money solves problems society said 

But why is it more money more problems 

I hope you all know it’s a mindset 

It’s a mental thing

Money doesn’t define who you are 

Money doesn’t bring happiness 

Money doesn’t make people stay in your life 

Money is just a tool we all used and abused

Just wonder all those who lost their life

From making fast money 

Or those who thought money was cool

now their on news topic because they were murder due to money 

So remind yourself the value of a dollar before it’s too late 

Because money will always be dirty and bloody. 


Published by: Robin Hossain

**Let's love our mothers**


What's glitters are better of gold's.

Who else loves pure unconditional and bold.

So brave nervy audacious to take down your flaws.

Expecting no damn pay nor applause.


Who else can hear the pains in your mind.

Going through nisus, striving for solutions every kind.

Whose treasure is our happiness, our Felicity holds her spirit.

That her caring heart has taken our challenges as orbit.


Offering her breast were manners and love gets suckled.

Teaching unveiling truths from her steps,lessening toughs, getting future no wrinkled.

Sacrificing her beauty for our existence.

With a heart wealthy with love in affluence.


Let's glorify God for creating such Angelic beauty on earth.

Her prestigious care been available since birth.

Let's love our mothers.

Because she's a treasure you can't barter for another.


Published by: Robin Hossain

**Love Breaks Through**


Love breaks through barriers, often unexpected and unknown 

Days of forced isolation, there is time to reflect while I’m alone


Taking me on a journey to the past, when our love flourished fresh and new

Our love would kindle and burn, can you still smell my sweet perfume 


Do you think of me at times, and find joy in what we once had 

Or do you sometimes curse my memory, does the thought of me make you sad


Thoughts of you creep into my mind, really more than I wish to say

For soon after you left, you found love, where you once harbored me to stay 


We once talked of plans of a future,

a true modern day fairytale

Then you turned your back on us, our love did then plummet and fail


Does she now swoon and moan, under the spell of your gentle caress 

Is the love that you share comparable to ours, do you love her more or less


Be sincere and loyal to her, let your love and affection not wane

Always look at her with utter adoration, let not your love turn to distain 


Someday perhaps I will find love again, feelings no longer stagnant, but new

Allow myself to feel love again....let go and let love break through.


Published by: Robin Hossain

**SECRET**


Want to know a secret?

Let me choose which one to tell.

I will grace you with the truth.

I just need my strength to sell.

I am cursed with the worst of 'd's.

Destructive, damaged, deadly.

I am drained.

I am stained.

I can't say out loud.

I've made peace with it.

But not with my spirit.

It seeks a chance to leave.

When it gets hard to breathe.

The walls keep closing in.

The caged heart stops its beat.

My soul is punctured.

But still I choose.

On whom, life I would ooze.

Makes me a hypocrite. 

For not believing my own words.

Yet I sell my strength and grit.

Show others, it is a beautiful world.

I keep a secret from them all.

I point out colors of life for others.

But I am colorblind from within.

Without senses and recognition.

I am a disease.

Of a severe condition. 

Destroyed is such a secret.

Where I admit I am not living. 

I am just a shallow surface.

Smiling and covered over the dead.

Are you sure you want to know my secret?

I don't have much to tell.

Just a tale of devoid.

Trying my strength to sell.


Published by:  Robin Hossain

**Sacrifice**


Who am I to judge you 

When I have no strength to fight 

Who I am to judge you

Knowing I can't find a perfect time

Who am I to judge you

Well all you did was to make me strong


I fell in love with all of you

But now I can't the cold dew that falls on us

Who am I to judge you

Even when I call you seems different

I tried to please you

Still am not enough for both of us


Who am I to judge you 

When you speak for me in all

I held all fault on me not you

Showing you how time count space

Who am I to judge you

When I gave all to make it work but I failed


Who am I to judge you

When all I see is you behind my dreams

Knowing you are far from me 

I pictured the difference but took the courage

I saw how better you are than me

But I took the bold step to learn 


Who am I to judge you

When all I give is nothing but emptiness

Who am I to judge you

When all I give is attention not affection

Who am I to judge you 

When I said I love you but yours fell by the way side 

Knowing the difference was clear

It's SACRIFICE between two people.


Published by:Robin Hossain