This is an astounding feeling
On each page of the memory
Seems, all are arranged
Such an exemplary gown.
Childhood-youth
When is it crossed
How long time is left
Turn around the door of memories
In the words of speech
Let us all be decorated.
Yesterday was gone
Crossed over
Let's keep in mind the tomorrow
When it will fly
Leaving all the illusion
This life is a caged bird.
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Author:
Hakikur Rahman (
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