The boy sitting on the window
Hakikur Rahman
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Sitting on the window of the lane
The boy does not be seen any more
So when with him
Was last seen.
He was suffering from a difficult illness
Did not know anyone
He left the world in silence
Filled with the cry of the tears.
He was quite in touch with the conversation
It was with everyone
No matter where pedestrians, ferries are going
Whoever have passed the path.
I remember the boy very much, when I pass through this way
Hope one day, the boy will again appear by holding the window.