Modina Akter Poems

'A POOR TRAVELER"

A traveler is walking but
doesn't know where his path will end.
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ALONE BOY'
swear of this world
I will be a good boy.
never will play, never will fight
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I am stuck in a room,
the room is made of mirrors.
The mirrors are moving constantly.
some mirrors reflect my heart,
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Anyone please help me
I lost a precious thing.
Please...
Please help me to find it.
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With two cups of tea in front of me,
I think she will come really soon.

The shadow of waiting fatigue in the eyes, she will come and sit next to me after overcoming the restlessness in my mind.
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I am fighting.
I am fighting with my existence.
I am fighting against the flow of my dreams.
I fought against the world
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You was mine in any unknown story.
You was known among thousands of unknowns.
The familiar suddenly disappeared into the unknown.
Some mistakes were yours, some were mine
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