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Hakikur Rahman Aug 2021
(Continued from 2/10)

While the days are passing
Gilbert was becoming
more sad and sad
because his only sister
(younger than four years)
was gradually dying
because of scarlet fever.

All the doctors of the
township came,
all the medicine men came,
they even went to
the next big town
for her treatment,
but, nothing was working
and day by day
her health was deteriorating.

One day came,
she did not wake up,
and Gilbert was the first person
to observe this-
he yield, “Mother,
sister is not waking up!”

Entire community came,
they used to love her very much
because of her politeness and beauty-
they came all together
they mourn all together
they sympathized all together
and left,
while Gilbert was
standing alone, with her
motionless body.

Thereafter,
the preacher came-
all took her dead body
for the funeral,
the preacher state those words
Gilbert already memorized,
but, his sadness
never abridged for a single moment.

Continued…
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.
Påłpëbŕå Aug 2021
every little thing

reminds me of him

i try forgetting

and letting

my feelings go

as i don't want to show

that how he still affects

and infects

my cold cold walls

that i've built

to stop myself from going back

and make my decision tilt

i don't understand the charm

of unrequited want

deep down i know he means no harm

yet his memories haunt

i hope he finds what he's looking for

maybe that'll help my disease cure?
writing for him makes me a *******..........but i am a glutton for punishment, ain't i?
Hakikur Rahman Aug 2021
(Continued from 1/10)

But, the most important
thing in this fable
is that he also
could see many other ghosts
gathering and standing
behind those mourning people.

He also could recognize
many of those ghosts
as they were familiar to him.

Though he could see
those ghosts,
but could not hear
what they used to
whisper among themselves.

He never told this story
to his mother
(his father died when
he was a little child,
so he does not have any
memory of his father),
his younger sister
(whom he used to love the most),
his classmates,
or, any neighbors.

Continued….
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.
Hakikur Rahman Aug 2021
Gilbert used to go
to his school, everyday
through a brick paved road,
just penetrating the old cemetery.

While he passed
he usually saw
peoples’ funerals
heard from the distant,
the preacher’s mourning speech,
“..... For dust you are,
and to dust, you shall return.”

Sometimes,
he used to ride
on a bicycle,
or sometimes
he used to just walk
and cross the cemetery road.

Most of the time
he could recognize
those mourning people
as they were his neighbors
and he knows all of them.

Continued...
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.
Hakikur Rahman Jul 2021
On a moonless night
the silent disciple
and the dedicated monk
with the help of those good fairies
and the jungle goddess
built an enormous trap
inside the dark forest
so that the monster
could not escape in no way.

All heart trembles
wind stopped flowing
there was no moon, of course
shivering frightfulness was surrounding everywhere
(with the help of the wicked witch
the monster approached the trap).

No one can explain, what happened then-
as there was no light
no one could witness
the ultimate roar of the monster.

Sadly, the dedicated monk
sacrificed his life to prevail
the humanity
and hence forth
the silent disciple become victorious.

Sun rises smiling the next morning,
all the darkness vanished from the dark forest
birds were singing across all gardens
flowers bloomed throughout the horizon
rivers flowed towards the ocean
and the humanity prevailed.

The end (shortened).
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.
Hakikur Rahman Jul 2021
On his way towards the
black mountain
where the monster took shelter
he met another dedicated monk
whom he accompanied to
reach his destination.

By the way
the silent disciple feels
inside his heart that
the dedicated monk is very near to his heart
(in fact both were brothers in
their early lives and the blood bond
to them together again),
and they decided to fulfill their destiny.

The dedicated monk
in one of his early life
has done many sinful walks
and he has also taken a solemn vow
to destroy any obstruction to humankind.

Hence, both of them
took another new vow
to **** the monster
so that the humanity prevail
in this universe;
so all those good fairies.

Contd…
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.
Oh The Beautiful Light There is

Which Shines Everyday When I Wake.

Oh The Beauty And Brightness That Covers Me.

When i know i am alive and which i remember with every step that i take.

Oh The Luminosity And Peace I See.

Which fills my heart and brightens my day as it goes.



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