Md Shahadat Hossain Poet Classicism

The Excitement of Youth

A young lady crossing on the street,
The black cloud is following her feet.
There are mountains in which have low height 
She is walking alone at day light 
She is singing slowly,
Suddenly she have a look on her back quietly 
Her hair is dancing randomly 
Her steps making sound nicely 
Her face is similar to green apple,
Her chest is similar to rocky marble,
Her full body is wonderfully simple.
There is not a sign, that can be called horrible.
The cloud is barking helplessly 
The storm can come immediately 
She is walking fearlessly 
The passers by are trying to look at her slightly 
The unknown miseries try to touch her
She does that less care 
She is walking forward like a freedom fighter
Only God knows better about her behaviour.
She is simply walking into the deep forest 
The dried leaves are trying their best,
We don't know she will take rest 
The sudden sorrows can make her less cutest.

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