The boy sitting on the window

Hakikur Rahman

Sitting on the window of the lane
The boy does not be seen any more
So when with him
Was last seen.

He was suffering from a difficult illness
No one did not know 
He left the world in silence
Filled with the cry of the tears.

He was quite in touch with the conversation
It was with everyone
No matter whether pedestrians, peddlers are going
Whoever have passed the path.

I remember the boy very much, when I pass through this way
Hope one day, the boy will again appear by holding the window.

(Note: From a childhood memory)

  • Author: Hakikur Rahman (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 29th, 2022 23:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    (forgive me dear Poet
    I couldn't help but continue-on
    from my reply to your last poem
    and incorporate, the choice words
    you shared today..
    I so admire the tone and feel of this poem, what a beautiful read
    thank you!)
    'a whole lifetime can be spent
    lost, to that cocoon
    of a windowsill frame;
    windows open, in fingertip
    touch
    with nature and the world;
    as raindrops
    drip, form outreaching fingers
    and yet
    everything else, remains dry
    and untouched
    by that everyday cruelty
    we've labelled, society..
    many a child, survives
    by the nurturing virtue
    of windows, alone...
    so, so many
    even those dreaming children
    with grey hairs
    as their life's, survival rewards!

    • Hakikur Rahman

      A nice imagery and perfect continuation! Many thanks.



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