The Shadow of Moving Guy by Kh. Atiar Rahman



Like a habitual shooting eye, his mind is drifting
For his disabled and mental picking poisoning,
To falsify the rhyme of human race;
He has pending elongated quick look in the base.
For scatterbrained dreams not being born to the noise,
To trash the jeopardized and utmost poise.
His joys are melded like a decaying clad
To have plummet look from the core of blood.
He has a mere soldier who has weapons to fight
For thorough search and pumping rite.
I have seen the guy from near and distant drill
He has charms but palsied to hike in the hill.
He is so sure that death lies in icy hand
Where gain or loss entails equal band.
In respect of high or low
For significant change in human row.
Forever love and fraternity in human soul
He has dreams of glow to play in the role
To cross the ocean by the strength of mind
To have tastes of life by lagging behind.



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