kafil uddin raihan.
Biography of kafil uddin raihan.
I am now a student of a private medical college. I start my writting since my childhood, when I was in class 2. I like songs, all kinds of songs. I also write song, dramas, stories. actually literature is in my blood.These are all about me for now.
kafil uddin raihan.'s Works:
Nothing as I dislike to expose my works.cause if anyone insulte my work, i fear.As a father I can't let this to my children.
kafil uddin raihan. Poems
She is a mother, She has loves, She has dreams, She is creative,
Joys Of Life.....
Smiling farmer see his green harvest, Fluting cowboy under the old tree, Excited boy flying kite in the blue, Marigold in the chignon of village bride,
Every sphere of our life, We try to keep balance, When there is an imbalance, There is a disaster,
Till now, They haven't seen this naked world, They haven't known the human greed, They haven't learnt the mystery of life and death,
War And Child....(02)
She was only one year old, Her mother was singing a lullaby. At that night, there was silence, Which was broken by sudden bullets,
War And Child....(01)
He was walking with his father, There was a ice cream in his hand. Every thing was as usual, Crowd making noise around them,
The Wound: A True Incident.....
He was a child, Aged four or five, But he saw rude, Cruel life and man,
Who Am I?
Inhaling smoky lead, Carbonated old lung, Alcohol burnt liver, Rotten kidneys cry,
The Life....Never Alive.
Faulty fertilization, Mistimed zygote, Newer embryo, Unusual pulsation,
Beneath The Lamp....
Certain things, we can see, Certain things, we can never, In between there are something else, That we can see but we don't,
We can never create a single life, So we shouldn't have right to take it, But what is going on all around a society, Some psychotic man have been serial killer,
My Imaginative Life
A moon lit night, A little boat is waving, A torn sail is dancing, A dim hurricane is lighting,
Letter From The Battlefield-01
Dear little angel, Do you know me? I am your poor father, While you are wondering
The Spirit, We All Should Feel....
There is no religion, That speaks for war, That speaks for bloodshed, That speaks for taking lives,
The Beauty, The Beast.
The man loves the children,
he loves his wife,
he respects his parents,
he loves his brother and sister,
he likes his friends,
he works hard daily
to please them.
What a beautiful character he has!
But the fact is that,