There Are Three Kinds Of People - Poem by Aftab Alam
At hot noon in a summer season,
I used to be out with a reason,
Troops of boy, all elder to me,
In an orchard, with them, I used to be,
Caring their mangos with many kinds,
So many boys so many minds.
Long gone the days, I lost my childhood.
Yet, I remember it with a pretty good,
Learning from that dreamy event, I concluded,
There are three kinds of people, I included,
One who climbs up the tree, and
Second, who that stone to the mango, and
The third who sat under the tree with a hope.
Things that lured at that time, a joyful cup
I always stood with them, who climbed up..
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