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kafil uddin raihan. (29/09/1987 / Feni, Bangladesh)
Another love
when i touch you,
when i kiss you,
when i walk beside you,
when i look into your eyes,
I feel, i love you.
when i see a mother begging from door to door,
when i see a cute girl selling flower in the street,
when i see a young boy dying for a few money,
when i see an old father pulling a heavy rickshaw,
I believe, i love them.
Sometimes, i ask myself whom do i love more.
I look inside myself, and wonder at the answer!
I have feelings for you my baby,
when i stay with you, i feel i have got everything.
But when i think of those helpless,
I discover myself into a hell.
Anyone may say it a kind of sympathy.
But i know the fact that, it is more than sympathy,
Some kind of love, that makes me feel guilty,
guilty for doing nothing for them.
In every life, there is only one love,
the love for his girl, they say so.
But i feel with my every single breath the fact.
we all have another love, that we never try to feel,
never try to understand, but we have.
Not sympathy, it is god gifted, natural,
another love for man....
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when i see a mother begging from door to door,
when i see a cute girl selling flower in the street,
when i see a young boy dying for a few money,
when i see an old father pulling a heavy rickshaw,
I believe, i love them.lovely composition and no words dear... beautiful presentation....10
read mine o, mother, , , mom i miss u...poor friend
a style of your own...............
You're right Kafil, too often people focus on that one kind of love and they forget about brotherhood and unity. There's a kind of purity in that concept which surpasses other stuff. A thought provoking poem.
very true..we all hav varieties love inside us for different ppl.
good thought..
we all have another love, that we never try to feel,
never try to understand, but we have.
Not sympathy, it is god gifted, natural,
another love for man....
...Congratulation, Brother...You have a wonderful mind set.....I respect you and I really loved your poem...10++++++++++++++++++++++ - Brishti
Beautiful composition, love with 10
Many with wax cold hearts, in todays world