Tareq Al Islam
True Love
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Luxurious mind of fancy
wants to fly far away in the
crowd of birds on the beach,
Leaving the boundaries of familiar
sights
Riding in a row of torn clouds
across the horizon
The seven heavens want to cross into
the gravity,
At the end of the free movement of
the comet meteor nebula
When the hour of reality rings,
The line of lazy thinking intersects,
Procrastination in complex equations
of demand,
Life's accounts do not match,
The pain of gaining is greater than
the pain of gaining and subtracting.
The latent cry of unspoken words in
the ribs of the chest,
Long breaths make warmth the
southerly wind,
The materialists turn recklessly,
The thinkers die in sorrow
Earthquake in poetry,
There is nothing to do here
That is human life
What he doesn't get in reality
For that he depends on imaginations,
Time flows
The ocean currents do not stop even
if there is hundreds blocked,
Overcoming all obstacles like a
flowing river
That's how to find the meaning of
life
We have to move forward like a great
river,
What is the meaning of life?
Bearing the happiness without sorrow?
What is the meaning of
self-satisfied happy life?
Alas, for no reason at all.
Thorny path
There is more to the world than
meets the eye,
First of all, yourself
Give yourself something,
Love yourself that
He can make others even more
desolate,
Everyone can be conquered by love,
When true love is well established
No difference remains in the race or
tribe ......
#Tareq Al Islam
Bangladesh.
