The Scarecrow Poem by Mamunur Rahman Kayes
The Scarecrow
No matter, It likes to know me
Flying all alone in a see -saw,
It picked me up alone
This is my walking to home, ks;
Who is the scarecrow?
You know, it's hand like the hand can't touch
You know, it's head like the head can't think
You know, it's eye like the eye can't see.
Ks, don't be fool in this darksome;
Somehow it is a good slave
To the end,
Now, you can see as I see
In the same mirror different faces;
Who is blind?
You know, it's hand like the hand can't touch You know, it's head like the head can't think You know, it's eye like the eye can't see......Yes it is the real picture of society
don't be fool in this darksome; Somehow it is a good slave To the end, .../// optimistic sign of thought
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5/7/2024 12:39:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Somehow it is a good slave To the end, Now, you can see as I see In the same mirror different faces; ...................Wonderful lines.