The wheel rolls around
Drops the sweating of the body
The whole day struggles on
Does he gets what is the real price?
He goes from here to there
Under the sun and rain
Life comes to the throat
Does not remain in the heart.
Yet he runs along the path
With the inspiration to survive
Going along the way
In no one's mercy.
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Author:
Hakikur Rahman (
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Comments1
I really enjoy portrait poems, like this
taking one subject
and diving deep, to unfurl
the complexities involved..
a wonderfully insightful write..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Many thanks for the realization. Best wishes.
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