Rafiqul Anowar

The joker lived in my town.
Made fun
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'I saw she was sleeping,
her eyes were closed.
A sleeping princess in a castle
near the mountain down.
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The night was starry –
I walked alone
In a foggy moonshine,
Where the river quite flowed,
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As we sit, and see
each other in a café,
Music is playing
by the forgotten Singer.
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'Your life whirled in the miseries.
And our relation
became strange in time.
Now we meet in fog -
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Strange to have memories of you these days.
You were not there and you are not here also,
But when I remember, why do you exist everywhere?
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May be I was not wrong in the past.
Though the history hurt me manytimes,
But I never cursed anyone.
I believed it was my fate:
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Things are changed really; I can hear it in the air
No river of fortune makes us happy, unless
we are cherished by the memory.
Depressions are only friend of loneliness
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An unexpected sadness has born,
In a moment of silence, here strikes
Some sorrows from foamy water of the sea.
As if the ancient violin stopped to play in a distant city.
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It's really something miraculous to me.
Some thing strange I am writing now.
Actually know nothing what to do.
I am just digging and taking out the body of the dead,
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“What do you think,
they will remember me for a long time? ”
“Not So long, but for sometime.”
“ And then? “
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That was an old story –
As that was a life long ago before this living:
I showed you the way to go
And came back in the darkness with silence,
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If it happened one day, a 'Word' told to me and
That broken the silence of thousand years.
The life would get at least
Something better than nothing.
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Let us forget despair
Forget the bitterness
And the sorrow
Never think tobe witness of cry
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O my blatant heart!
What is your quest, what is the demand?
Here I am starving in the desert - Sahara,
Don’t know why?
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Truth's world,
Lets have some lies for living;
for breathing in each new morning
To have faith in life
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“May be there will be no world for us,
No river will meet the ocean
No rain will be after long break of dry sunny days
No flowers will bloom for any happiness
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-And when my friends asked me,
'What will you do, if she'll come and whispered a Word
For that you were starving for thousand years? '
I replied 'I will burn the Troy for the Second time.'
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Here comes the night of fortune;
LOVE is the word
gone beyond our imagination.
Not we are so dreamy now,
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The mood is young,
And the breeze flowing gently,
The ambiance is telling the story -
which is already known.
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