In Search of My Abandoned Self
Either streets of Ashon,
Or the crowd of Indrachowk
Trying to find myself,
Awaking from the dream,
Have I forgotten the way?
Unable, to find myself,
Wandering in multitude
In search of a distant world
Isolated, story of a dream.
Forget not, to inform:
I am lost today.
My country do not search
Who is lost here?
Police do not search, here,
What is happening, where?
Looking forward, I
Don’t know where I am heading?
Ah! like a missing wayfarer
Whether in pages
Or I lost in imagination.
Forget not, to inform:
I am lost today.
None of them ask
The road I walk
In curiosity happen to ask
Where does this leads?
Sad I see them to answer,
Squeezing into a ball the face
Some says it’s limitless
Other says explore your interest
Night is heading to the sun
Hamlet in dilemma lost.
Forget not, to inform:
I am lost today.
Try not to forget
Soil of the earth is same
Even I am stepping on
How else can I turn familiar?
With unfamiliar world in return
I am lost where I am
Becoming the bird of sky
Neither any place to nestle
Nor to return, back the way.
Forget not, to inform:
I am lost today.
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