Treasure Island

Musfiq us shaleheen

(31st, December,1970 / Khulna, Bangladesh)

A Will


A bird breaks cage finally fly away
Takes a breath with full of oxygen
Certainly circulation of,
blood picked up too high
A rising speed accelerate hopes
Try to set a direction to nestle
A dream to survive his children
who are still waiting for him there
A fear of fire still,
changes his direction
A will to wish him to survive,
till to reach at nest

-Shaleheen,22nd February,2013

Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 13, 2014

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A will for survive

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