Me: Nothing But A Psychic! Poem by kafil uddin raihan.

In a muddy road,
The flying dusts,
The green grass,
The dry leafs,
Call me again and again.

Life draws me there,
Where there is no life now,
There is nothing but dead times,
Walking, whispering, smiling,
Nothing there has been left,
Except the memories,
A few heart touching moments.

They are calling me.
Every night they are coming,
Coming into my mind,
Make me nervous, upset.
A guilty feeling eating up me,
A nostalgia drive me out of mind.

Now a days, I feel that strongly,
A change happening into me.
I am loosing control over myself.
Over my mind and feelings.
Sometimes I think deeply.
A lots of man in this world.
But why am I? Why?

I can't think of more.
It is really a complex situation,
Getting more and more complicated.
May be I am not a simple man.
May be I was not and,
I will never be normal.

Yap that is right,
That is the fact.
I am going to be abnormal,
Unusual, Untenable.
yes I am now nothing
But a psychic one.