kafil uddin raihan. (29/09/1987 / Feni, Bangladesh)

May be I am so young,
May be I speak unusual,
But do you ever think,
How much old am I?
This is twenty three year,
I am now at such a stage,
Where I can touch this life,
I can take this life as my own,
Either I can enjoy this moments,
Or I can feel this bitter life,
If I enjoy this life as all young,
May be I can't reach to the destination,
The destination I've dreamt,
All my childhood and teenage,
I have seen the struggle around me,
Rise and fall of a man in the society,
I have seen the hates of man to life,
A lot of things, good or bad,
I want to draw them in the poems,
I am trying to depict the life in my words,
May be these are boring or abnormal,
But these are the facts of reality,
How can I forget them,
May be you can say, I have times in future,
But I don't trust my future,
It is the most betrayal friend of a man,
There is no assurance of life,
I am the mortal man who desires to be immortal,
In the hearts of man I want to live forever.
For these I am such a young,
Speaking in the voice of a tired old.
only for these.....