Zahidul Haque Poems

Staying among the midst of crowd
I often stated to reverie proud
That king I am in my own shroud
Then suddenly breaks the sweetest dream
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Over the earth and beneath the sky
Beyond the reach of common fly
It makes its way by flying high.
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Sometimes I am serious in my way
Sometimes I am freak,
Sometimes I am harsh in my words
Sometimes I am meek.
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Now I love my solitude even far more
Because all your presence now make me bore,
But once it was better to be surrounded by you
Which seems now nothing but a wastage view.
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And the day is just end
With the sweet memories.
May be a new day will come
with a new hope.
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