Not to be the great master of knowledge
I left the village, but I like to read the sky
And nature; that's why I came with please
To the city and finished the learning high
With the white cloudy force, I'm floating
On the happy ocean when heard I passed
And no step I've in national curriculum ping
To complete and joined in graduate march
I'm a graduated lark on the fluttering crown
On the deck of time and can move wherever
I want; it's my springtime to sprout the known
And unknown shoots in the marching career
Flying birds, blooming flowers, smiling parents
The day is seized with graduation compliments
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
March 02,2023
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