Thursday, 3 January 2013

Like Snow

I feel like untouched snow
that lay in piles, beside the road.
So white,
so pure,
so beautiful, that you are afraid
to come close,
to touch,
to feel. So you remain far, admiring,
and I remain untouched, unfeeling,
lonely.

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Anyway, Hellos!!! That was an extremely long hiatus that I took from writing, and my only usable excuse is: school.

The late Bangladeshi writer Humayun Ahmed wrote in one of his books that: "We waste the most precious time of our lives by studying." I cannot help but agree with him.

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