kafil uddin raihan. Poems

She is a mother,
She has loves,
She has dreams,
She is creative,
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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,
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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,
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He was walking with his father,
There was a ice cream in his hand.
Every thing was as usual,
Crowd making noise around them,
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She was only one year old,
Her mother was singing a lullaby.
At that night, there was silence,
Which was broken by sudden bullets,
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Every sphere of our life,
We try to keep balance,
When there is an imbalance,
There is a disaster,
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He was a child,
Aged four or five,
But he saw rude,
Cruel life and man,
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Inhaling smoky lead,
Carbonated old lung,
Alcohol burnt liver,
Rotten kidneys cry,
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Certain things, we can see,
Certain things, we can never,
In between there are something else,
That we can see but we don't,
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Faulty fertilization,
Mistimed zygote,
Newer embryo,
Unusual pulsation,
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