Title: Cry for the Future Author: Ahasan Habibulla A boy was born—and the heavens wept, Yet the world rejoiced at his cry. Before his eyes beheld the sun, A book was placed into his fragile hands. Too heavy for his frame, Yet he bore it, A silent herald of the life to come. Childhood fled like smoke through trembling fingers. Before laughter could bloom, Duty descended— His father’s voice a distant drum, The family’s hope a chain upon his shoulders. Bright hues of boyhood dreams Dissolved into shadowed gray. Adolescence arrived, tempestuous and fierce, Dreams of glory struck by lightning of despair. Life, a cruel paramour, Betrayed him with sweet illusions. The boy within starved, Shivering in ambition’s cold corridors. He grew, he married, Dinners weighed with the strife of mother and wife, Youth’s brilliance swallowed by shadow. Old age came swiftly, pale as twilight, A specter upon the harvest of his days. His son wed, Yet he still dreamed, Placing fragile hope In the hands of a gra...
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