Yearning to see the
world's expanse—mountains, rivers, the sea!
I longed to create,
to paint, to shape,
I wished to immerse
myself in the essence of creation,
Filled to the brim
with the tide of expectations.
But I forgot the
one to whom these sights were meant—
My fellow
traveller, walking beside me,
With empty hands
and weary feet,
Who knows the call
of this path,
Who understands where it begins and where it ends,
When the momentum
of this journey shall cease.
In the fleeting
currents of time, this night,
The one who seeks
shelter near me,
Is none but the
companion who walks beside.
Dr. Shaheen Mahmud
20/01/2026
Tangail
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