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Look! My friend
It is true that
my existence will be graved after death-
you forget me,
as speed squander particle existence-
earth could not remember-
either it will be deformed
or dissolved- -
Memory decays as rolling stone-
forget and fade
twinkle childhood,
as daffodils wither at evening- -
Today's child
the father of tomorrow
Aye reminisces the past and decide the future,
today's peppy stream with its chime,
tomorrow's buried river-
only articulate history
Civilization, culture and fashion,
those are transfigured by time-
I see, truth has grown as a lie
as the sun rises in the west,
men have made the conversion to lie-
as politics become poly tricks-
Igneous to metamorphic rock,
by the process of nature with time-
the ultimate truth
From summer to winter,
winter to spring -
pouring-
Sweet sweat-
snowflakes-
cuckoo sings
season changeover and being-
But aftermath
my friend,
two things are still virgin,
untouched,
my love-
my soul-
the power of God- -
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
Dhaka,2nd December,2012
My love, my soul - the power of God. Good thought. Thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the comparisons with the clock and change of season.