And That Is... - Poem by Rafiqul Anowar
What was the fault or what is now?
Why you are anxious or angry?
Ignorance or avoid, why these are for me?
How I hurt you or bother?
Where I missed you and where I lost?
Why the silence in the mid ocean?
For what, I am born thirsty in my own river?
Too many asking I have for the sky,
And too many answered I may deserve.
I was warned like ICARUS:
'Fly not too high,
so that your wings will be burned by the Sun,
And Fly not too low,
so that you will be fallen down to earth.'
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