Walking on the city streets the whole day The tired boy looked for little shelter, Little touch of affection and a small meal. But he got nothing, with deep pain he left a question: â€œWhy are there so many sufferings in the world?â€
Unknowingly I have also left the same question.
Wandering like a nomad, I have been to the edges of the Pacific, Touched the blue waters of the Mediterranean, and watched the bright peak of the Alps. Everywhere I have left the same question, â€œWhy are there so many sufferings in the world?â€
The horizon is encircled with the colorless shadow of pain. Feelings of the world are mostly in deep sleep, with little desire to wake up again. No light is illuminated without the spark of sorrow.
Carrying the smell of the twilight, The tired bird of the day disappears At the signal of an uncertain distant. It also leaves behind the same question, â€œWhy are there so many sufferings in the world?â€
(Dr Sahjahan Kabir is a noted scientist, poet and writer living in Sweden)
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