Life
Hakikur Rahman

When did the whimper of life is heard, from the wisdom of knowing
The scream of death can be heard, anytime
And have to leave each other, leaving everything on earth.
Life is a moving train, not known to stop
On the way back, everything is momentarily late, and some do not.
It just runs in front, not looking back
Who came, who went, it never calculates.
In this way of life, you have to pay barely a foot
It goes at its own pace, no hurry.