Oblivious Youth Poem by Muzahidul Reza

Looking at the crystal clear spring
The gazelle praises its beauty
As it is young,

It goes and runs wherever it likes
And does whatever it likes
And only dreams,

Youth and beauty together bring pride
Chases and dodges practicality
Always absent in mind,

Old ages are very far of its sight
Death is so quite forgotten
Only sees parts bright,

Once it saw a tiger caught up a hind
Tore it up to satisfy hunger
Being blood stained,

No change came in its young mind
Even seeing groaning mother
For ages she did find.



Muzahidul Reza
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