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
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June 29, 2009
Kallyanpur, Dhaka
Bangladesh
Copyright © Rakib Uddin Ahmed | Year Posted 2009
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