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Best Poems Written by Rahman Henry

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Those Days Would Come

Surely would come those days
Of rain,
Endless;
At the midnight, still
In the moon light, Songs would start again,
you and me
Would bathe together
until our eye-balls grow red
And our heads turn green;
It's the nature who arranges everything
Slow but quicken
Have not noticed thee?

Let's start singing
Again!

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Carnival

Returning from Carnival
I realized__
Death herself wearing a cute mask
Danced all the night long
And made me dance too! 

It's possible to have festivals...
Erasing festivals from thousands of lives
Till now it's possible to have
Festivals like these; 

I realized, none but death is beautiful; 
In the midst of a glittering darkness
Where multicolor bulbs are shining__
Death is fond of dancing, 
enjoyable, 
mare amazing! 

Death is like those festive and joyous countries; 
And like our heritage, 
Death may be treated as favorite
And pride to some people too! 

Carnival: An assembly to declare the glory of death...

You should attend at least once
When it's your turn; 
Or have you already attended? 
At those nights of secret dance
Of an invisible King's Carnival? 

Had you really attended as the one
And only invited guest?

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Glancing At

Look,
I stare at thee and see you, my mentor,
It’s nothing but an illusion;
May be it’s someone else I look for,
And may be, you look like that other-one.

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Oblivious Night

So many known faces,
So many recite-worthy roads and ways,
We don’t meet again, how many days
Gone;

With this goblet, I recall those names,
And I had have my drinks
With these oblivious nights,
Accompanied by my loneliness,
Alone.

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Overhearing

Being out of shadow, the half-shadow
Whispering to the ears of air:

‘Go forth, where there is an azure meadow
And tell to the boundless desire:
Would remain nothing, my dear,
But, immortal is Shadow.’