Poetry By Kamrun Nahar

The Journey of Ego

I sell my ego in exchange of love;
Through love, I buy a doll of mud;
The mud was very soft like a flower bud;
So, it doesn’t have courage to explore the earth.

Now I need to be a bit more courageous;
To explore me as an imperial;
There is no one who can push me front,
But that’s the fact that people are alone;

When I see reality, I can feel the deadly truth.
I started to open my eyes and try to remain patient.
I feel like listening to the music as a spell of mirth.
An incantation which turns me into another world.

But the gardener of this magical world loves to tramp and cut the wire.
I see everything and every face, listen to every word and smell.
Sometimes, it makes me happy to see the magic of heart.
Sometimes, I feel gloomy when I see the dark face of human birth.
Sometimes, a smirk comes to my face and makes everything okay.
I feel love for humanity and to see the beauty of human bouquets.
Then again, I sell my ego in exchange for love.

Copyright@Kamrun Nahar