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sometimes I try to remember
those things I have forgotten
moving as an ember
suffering seasons as a rotten
when we were wandering
on the known river of a little boat
even more than trending
or passed beside the distant road
what I left!
find the broken bridge
between me and my brotherhood
still I'm searching,
my first overcoat of the childhood
I find the images of my father,
brother with my mother
and among them I,
a lovely guy,
see the stars together
I scatter,
when see the clouds gather
and which has broken my shelter
as like as a strong hood
Again I find my first overcoat
of the childhood
maybe I left in the lost boat
which still sailing me away
in the dreams..
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem