Morning After A Sleepless Night. - Poem by Rafiqul Anowar
Here comes the night of fortune;
LOVE is the word
gone beyond our imagination.
Not we are so dreamy now,
like we were in our young old days.
No passion for madness,
No Feelings for helplessness,
No Cry for mankind.
Life is whirled in the same circle:
From dawn to dusk - from birth to death.
And no happiness can makes us happy or surprise
on a shinny morning.
Times has gone away- its true;
And we became old before the age.
Some of us desires to be free -
'Free as a bird' – as they said, (though I know
I am not that fortunate like Phoenix Bird.)
Once I was told by a wise ghost
of ancient memory:
'You will be annoyed
when someone madly care for you,
But the real pain comes,
when there is none who has care for you. '
Our time is cursed, as I know – But till this day
I really dream of that beauty – that face –
in each morning, I wake up with her memory;
I feel a 'Word' told to me –
And that makes all difference in my world.
You get it or not -
Who wants to live a life without love.
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