Hakikur Rahman


Taking in my hand
Arrow and bow of the time
I am sitting here on the path to life
Restless, curious.

If there comes any opportunity
I'll pull the bow
There will be no chance that will get rid of my hand
My arrow will hit.

Morning gone, evening gone
The night came
Don't look at the opportunity
Time passes.

That's how it is
When will come the opportunity, nobody knows
Hence, sitting down for eternity.

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