Last Line Poem by Syed Moshahedul Haque

A life behind me and the life ahead me
Draw a line of demarcation
Each does pull me away from others
Past was wishful dreams; present fantasies
Rocking sometimes in past and present
Trying to spot the existence of my life

Life is a mirage; a toy in a child's hand
Using his full potential for rationalizing
And sensing all the time in a new way
Trapped in what if and what if not
Spend the entire life setting in different forms
Like a toy in child's hand
Observing, experimenting, sequencing in all ways

And when the fist was opened
Nothing was there,
Remains running after apparition
Making mountains of molehill
If not egoist, if not proud of potential
At least lead a true peaceful life.