The Fallen.

a poem by Obaidur Rahman, Bangladesh

Looks like she is moving, but she’s got nowhere to go,
She is around with many, but there’s no one she knows.
All through the years of life, she knows it’s not what it seems…..
Every night she says goodbye, to all her faded dreams.

Standing at the crossroads of life, she don’t know which way to choose,
She is looking for something, at least something to loose.
Along through the highway, she is driving all alone,
It’s getting dark; she feels she can’t make it home.

Tired of searching, searching for the reason for reasons,
She wonders will it be the same, same through all the seasons.
Runaway from everyday, cause everyday is a killer,
She hides from herself, but never makes it too far.

In this strange night, she’s chasing the light
The rising moon is sinking high up in the sky,
She says, I’m gonna’ sail away now, before all the tears run dry.

(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

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