Rahman Henry

Gold Star - 33,805 Points (14 January 1970 / Natore, Bangladesh.)

My Days - Poem by Rahman Henry

Its the only truth of my days
And it’s the truth always
Loosing my roads, ways and paths
Loosing my trust, bank and faith
Yet, walking, running and looking for madly
And whenever I found some dirty water, run fast
Thinking, may it could mitigate my thirst
And at last
Returning to my barren dark lonely room
With the lips of faithfulness, I play being gloom

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  • (1/13/2016 10:49:00 PM)

    the emotion of a needed person is well described..after all who else we have, except the Gods! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Shahin Latif (10/13/2015 3:38:00 PM)

    Nice poem. Good pen work. A lot of thanks dearest poet Rahman Henry. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 14, 2011

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