Becoming
The thing I look for,
That thing I become.
The perspective I carry,
On that road, I am buried.
The grave you fix for me,
In that place, I never return.
The proportion you hold for me,
Always be a negligible one.
The unquenchable thirst for intellect I possess,
The remarkable thing I want to hold for,
The gesture beneath my skin,
Are the debts in my river Life's stream.
The person I want you to be,
The heaven I look for,
The hell's gate I never opened,
Are the facts beyond my reach.
I cannot propel the paddle alone,
For this, I need someone to lean on,
Everybody needs someone to hold them back,
The journey I want to dodge is the journey I want to be done.
Copyright © Abir Hossain Sawran | Year Posted 2024
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