Shamim AA Kabir
I don't move or
Excite in the thrill.
I don't think what's full
What's nil.
I don't dance on the ground
And the floor,
I don't sing or
Scream no more.
I don't run or
Stop for a while.
I don't cry or
Rejoice or smile.
I don't see the rain,
Sky and the cloud.
I don't express or
Say high-aloud.
I don't think about
Soft grass green
I don't break down in
Thunderstorm grim.
I don't think about
Name fame or hue.
Who made the false and
Who made it true?
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I don't think about Name fame or hue. Who made the false and Who made it true? Fantastic expression. Loved this wonderful poem. Top score!