A Letter To My Younger Self Poem by MD. Imjamul Hoque Bhuiyan

Dear ME,

Sometimes I miss you.
The way you were,
The days spent with you,
The simple boy who knew nothing about evil.
The one who saw the whole world in a country yard and a simple kind family.

Who cried a day if broke her parents heart,
Was worried dad was late,
Who missed his sisters,
Who wanted to go for a walk with a close friend
And laugh as much as possible.

Sometimes I think I left you things I don't have them with my self any more:
Simplicity, Honesty and Kindness,
You know I left them behind to catch a mask
Instead so that could hide me out.

I miss you little ME;
When you thought if anything in the world happens
I only run with my books!
I miss those days I didn't own anything!
I miss you when you're always thought there's a whole separated road for my dreams
When you thought you are always under spotlight just the way you are.
I miss you when you ran in fields in caressed every single animal!
When your world was only feelings not materials.

I miss you and when I saw you couldn't lie to mom and dad who always wanted to be with them.
I miss that optimist dream seeker, fun looking ME,
I miss those nights when you look at the sky
And told all your dreams and you believe,
That they will be granted.

I miss that ME who was excited for a milk tea that mom made her!
I miss the creative ME with little hands that made crafts with pieces of papers
Little ME; somehow I am distanced from you,
But I tried my very best to be close to you as always during time travel!
I left out the mask behind I try to be proud of who I am like you were!

I try to keep unconditional love to everything and people I love!
I want to make my mom and dad feel they are the luckiest parents ever like you!
I want to be happy just the way I was,
And make big days with small hands like yours!

Dear ME unfortunately there is no ticket to you,
And like a trap I left you one day,
Never knowing I couldn't come back anymore!
But, who can forget?
I want to make my seed strong roots and heavy branches!

I look back at those days and I know,
You shouldn't always be aged to teach something to people!
You taught me things I'll seek whenever I'm in my worst.


Dear ME:
Sorry for hurrying to leave you!
Here everything‘s different!
My room looks small here, though its big in size.
Our artificial money here can't buy anything!
Here kindness isn't always two-sided,
Here happy endings are maybe a good matter of chance!
But I don't want to be convinced that happy endings doesn't exist.

I still remember those days ME,
When you and I went under rain with toys,
And we said it could heal us because it's from God!
I still try to communicate with God like you,
I try to talk to him and ask him to help me.
I am sorry ME, I can't promise you to have big dreams again,
I'm more realistic, here made me like this!
Here holes on trees don't lead to fantasy world!
Here holes lead to Blackholes!
ME; Love here is quite different from what we had!
Love is analyzed here and is conditional!
Dear ME, I still need your pixie dust you had in your pencils, and you thought they are magic sticks.
Dear ME: I am regretting not seeing you anymore,
I lose a lot, but I am grateful of having you as a memory!
I want you to send me out and vibes to help become closer to you again.

PS: I always miss you, you look so far!
PPS:  Don't worry, you don't lose anything here!