kafil uddin raihan. Poems

The history.
A great mystery,
A legendary teacher.
We see the lines in the eye,
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At the midnight, I woke up from sleep;
I saw at me in the mirror;
I swear that was the most fearful,
Most horrible seen of my life.
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Can anyone see the man inside a man?
Can anyone notice the white canvass behind the color?
Can anyone hear the cry among the music?
Can any one feel the softnees deep to the wave?
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We all are walking on a busy highway of time.
Our forfathers walked on the same way too.
One day, our children will also walk on this highway.
This is the begining of the eternal life.
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A lost kingdom of mine,
A lost heaven in this earth,
There is something standing,
Still driving me to the days.
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Who am I?
A poet or a doctor?
A Muslim or a Bangladeshi?
A boy or a son?
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Break all the routines,
Do every thing unusual,
Things you can't do always,
Change your daily life,
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I can't forbear these sounds,
Can't open my eyes,
Can breath this carbonated air,
Can't digest this fat poisons.
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In these last days of life,
I see my sins in front of me,
Joking and laughing at me.
In this closed cell of mine,
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