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The Butterfly Dream

I am 22 years old. Spent nearly half of the life. (Human's age is 40). Stumbled up and down between learning and living. Sometimes, I miss my childhood. Professionally I am a journalist. I respect this profession, but I dont like many journalist in my country. They are injected with very narrow thoughts. But nowdays they are improving themselves than in the past. I work for a prominent television in Kathmandu. I am a sports news anchor cum reporter. I was never interested in sports. But I am happened to work in sports department. I am trying to enjoy job. I am interested in photojournalism. But I dont have camera. I had one, but lost. My principle on life keeps on changing. But ultimately I believe in happiness. Happiness of all people in the world. I am cyer fanatic and I spend lots of time in Internet. I want to travel to africa and give the voice to voiceless. My Ideal persons are Kofi Annan, Bill Gates and every American president till. I am inspired to write this bolg, by a Bangladeshi Journalist Shahidul Alam. I dont know him personally, but I have read his blog, http://shahidul.wordpress.com

At last, but not at least, I want to say I believe in dream.

long long time ago
he was following a thread of way
made by the colorful butterflies,
and he was paused
at a beautiful theatre of flowers.
Then he followed the height
of dad's sholder,
warmth of mom's lap,
he followed to get teacher's good,
but paused at the end of childhood,
one day he measured the distance
to the moon,
when about to fly, it was mid-noon,
so again it was paused to itself,
in the middle of the eternal space.
Dad's darling and mom's little boy
with best friends happiness and joy,
would stop the cosmic, if he can,
nowdays, he is a gentleman.
walking down the same lane
of Monomandu
he frequently finds the dreams scattered,
over the dusty and narrow streets of life,
the butterfly dream,
the dream of dad
the dream of mom
and the manic dream upon her angel's eyes.
all are paused, and throwing "good bye"s.
Now he wants not to be in top
his dreams are just seeking a full stop!

- Tuesday, August 01, 2006 (the moment, when i missed her)
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