Md Shahadat Hossain Poet Free verse

Traveler, You Lost the Way

Traveler, you lost the way
We are the traveler of the same route,
Someone is vagabond and someone is rich.
Someone has luxurious building,
Someone has room for half-ripe.
Some of them are the slum dwellers,
Some of them live on the ground under the open sky.
Some of us are hornet black and white,
Some of us either do bad or good practices.
We do fight under the same the sun and the moon,
For a trifle matter we are ready to kill others.
Traveler, you lost the way,
Do you know where you made yourself stand?
O: Oh, time goes,
In this discussion, my futile.

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Anne-Marie Coreggia March 17, 2017 at 10:30 AM Great poem! No this discussion is not futile. I hear you loud and clear. We travel under the same open sky, but time is ticking away, and still we haven't found our way to each other. Instead of cherishing each other differences, still we use that to pull us apart and, as you said: "For a trifle matter, we are ready to kill others." Amitiés Md Shahadat Hossain March 17, 2017 at 12:02 PM Thanks for your wonderful compliments