Oblivious Youth

Looking at the crystal clear spring The gazelle praises its beauty As it is young, It goes and runs wherever it likes And does whatever it likes And only dreams, Youth and beauty together bring pride Chases and dodges practicality Always absent in mind, Old ages are very far of its sight Death is so quite forgotten Only sees parts bright, Once it saw a tiger caught up a hind Tore it up to satisfy hunger Being blood stained, No change came in its young mind Even seeing groaning mother For ages she did find. Muzahidul Reza © Copyright