System Poem by RABIUL SARDAR
System
Is the sky crying in the morning?
Children do every waking,
Fill the home and give the joy.
Earth's face feels pride,
Burning sky hides behind.
Birds and cowboys start working.
Hungry paths of those children
Cross with their angry mother.
Light cloths and big book bag
Carry to the duster room.
Ink, pencil and tiffin box
Children become future boy.
Rabiul Sardar
18/11/2018
afternoon
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5/5/2024 6:44:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
very good poem. I will read all.