A Circular Man

Endless life, extreme little time though! At these days- Breaking down comes at the belief of the after death! After doing this, that & all; it is meant- Haven’t found me myself! My dream, my veiling, My past, present, this notebook of the poems... All are faded one day in the womb of the time; And, I myself too! I’ve got the birth in a sudden though! And, the Death! Untamable! Nothing is to be done for it...! How you cry saying Love, Love & Love so much... What does belong there for your wants & getting? The life that wants to get everyday, will be been for short days, The life that wants to give tomorrow, will be been for thousand years. A little some tiresome... Is running behind as the Arab horse, I’ve been running at the circumambulation of the history. In this wheel of mine, I’m a circular man. __________________________________ March 10, 2010 Kallyanpur, Dhaka-1207 Bangladesh