Treasure Island

Uttam Biswas

(kustia, Bangladesh)

Fear Not My Old Friend

Time will stand still;
Before it reaches
it's verge,
No good will come of it,
How high would be
your Urge.

The soil is pierced,
The fully brimmed
River is dried up,
The atmosphere becomes hot,
Like the summer
Life too becomes
Intolerable at times.

No one will be with you,
The dearest and the nearest
Will depart from you,
And you will be
Wholly in yourself.

But fear not
My dear friend,
Man comes alone on earth
And alone departs too,
If so - you have got
Nothing to loose.

Mind that they too
Sometimes become alone,
And pine for their deeds,
What the meaning Of living?
And leaving the world
When it is too late to realise?

Submitted: Thursday, July 28, 2011
Edited: Thursday, January 05, 2012

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