A Poet Lived Here Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Do you know ‘my friend'?
This is the very house,
A famous poet used to live in,
Like Gibran, so diverse his thoughts were, so grand!

Right there he would sit and spread light,
Two beloveds used to accompany him,
One was the pen and the other being the paper,
Oh! He just loved to write.

Time didn't have the courage,
To defeat his confidence and willpower,
So polite he was, so generous,
Wrote on and on fighting against his age.

Yes ‘my friend' this is the street, blessed,
With the touch of the poet's feet,
Each time he would take a walk,
People used to gaze at him being impressed.

Handsome like Apollo was he,
Blessed with heavenly talent and charm,
Ever eager to lend others a hand,
May we see what he wanted all of us to see!