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! Not tamable! 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 circumlocution of the history.
In this wheel of mine, I’m a circular man.
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May 7, 2014
Copyright © Rakib Ruslan | Year Posted 2014
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