Seema Chowdhury

(14th September,1971 / Dhaka, Bangladesh)

Things To Be Remembered


Remember your hope not your blue
Remember your share not your dues
Remember your laugh not your tears
Remember your courage not your fear

Remember your gain not your vain
Remember your joys not your pain
Remember your smile not your cross
Remember your victory not your loss

And when you'll lerarn to remember all this
Then God's huge bucket of his bliss
Will fall upon you and your fate
To tell how much God is great

And always remember this little thing
That God's gift keeps on moving in a ring
So keep on counting my dear friend
For blessings of God has no bound nor ends.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, October 14, 2008

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