Poem 01, 2021

You see, the animals are free. They’re happy…! We people are men, want to Be. And see, we’re not free. We’re not what we are, what we want to be…! Why there’re so many flowers, why there’re are so large tree? Why the sun rises, why does it set down? Why does it rain? Why we’ve made so many villages and town? I’m a man, have born to die. We’re not birds, we so can’t fly. Poetry is a language game! To be a real human being, if you can’t, it would be a real shame…! - January 05, 2021 Kallyanpur, Dhaka-1207.