Some Buts and Thoughts...

Life is nothing but a name, watching many things since many days Love is something that never belongs in times You are someone who is always you I am a poet who do not know why do other poets write Look! The creator himself is a child Why he creates, he doesn’t know! We are the beings- live to live And, stomach is the creator of our civilization Poetry is nothing but showing some proud Fame is nothing but war against all, and won Songs are sung not to sing by the others without him Plays are performed to show them- they are the best Everything is going on everyday with many buts... Something is going on as we and our thoughts May be- I am something, May be- you are everything May I will die and you will live long I will not write any poems from now I saw- my beloved eyes have become as dark as the night I know- I can’t grow crops with the verses of my poem I know- something, everything and nothing will forget me ________________________________________ June 29, 2009 Kallyanpur, Dhaka Bangladesh