Cease fire by Khondoker Atiar Rahman
The boy stood on the corner of the street
To have bliss of solitude under the greenwood shades,
He has lots of dues to repay;
In the empty vessel he has nothing to do.
Before leaving he has hopes to aspire
A midst of dreams he has to go ahead
But no means he has been abandoned
By the society and the kith and kin
He has no offence but being insulted
His guilt was to bring reforms
In the family hazards to switch over.
He is truthful in the sense he hates
All sorts of undue activists existed
Not in one circle but widely he roams
To have bliss of solitude beyond hue and cry.
The boy ponders over day and night,
To be devoted from the social beings
In the actions of reforms to drive the evils
In tones of the race of life.
A big banyan tree besides the great memoir
He lies down to have happy and prosperous day
To go into the depth of the sea;
Where the common critics never see again.