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Blow the Flute Again, Man!



Blow the Flute Again, Man!
2015-07-23, Thursday

Who’s the man, I feel least interest to say his name as we almost all grow up heard the name since we’re sent to school. Who the man may be, we can easily infer of the man who might be.
A man because of the betrayal of the mayor or the upper society took his flute with no complain, and blew it. The music of the flute spread ins and outs of the city, and from every corner of the city came out and followed in queue the man in strange dress, and left the city, and at last disappeared on the side of the hill.
Who the man, I think, is now is as crystal as clear needs to be named his name. The man who did the out of excellence job, and presented a heartfelt example to societies of the countries, and of the era hung with its flash twinkling in our mind consciously, and unconsciously.
Out mother, ours first teacher, teachers of all levels, senior and junior brothers, parents, kith and kin, and neighbours whenever we see one another, if they  have had a chance to talk more, they tell the story, and then advise us, Ay, don’t tell a lie.
OR
KEEP your WORD if you GIVE it to ANYONE.

Who’s keeping words, look around, and silently watch them may be they’re: our parents, siblings, cousins, elders or the persons you’re led, or you’d like to listen to what they’re talking, giving promises.
If you revise with words they used or said in a week or a month, it’s a great gasp to take into account about the words of theirs who’s next to you or your favorite or blood one, and you’ll find the giant voidness between the words they said, and what they kept.
Unlike the man, we seldom mention his name, who was a golden example of our daily life, many more examples remain in this universe make the people proud very brightly, but all acuminate and hides under that great name.
Why others undergo, and its reasons are very simple, definable. 
The way that great man answered to the betrayal
of the leader of the very ancient time was really
 in a word out spoken, isn’t it?
OF COURSE.
With NO WORDS every one does agree, and there’s no comparable incident happened twice in the world. As for the reason the people still like to example that GREAT MAN in an appropriate time during the gossip, conversation or discussion of single or group.
The way on the world lies store up, the way the people around us in family, in friend (s), spouses, print media, digital media, guides, the savers making a blank space between the words they say or said, and then what they do after say or said.  
DAY BY DAY THE WORLD BLACKENS AND STEPS INTO THE DEVIL’S DARK.
Now, the people or world needs a man as THAT FLUTE MAN as who knows how to answer how doesn’t keep promises.
The person around us always you find him/her a difference of large scale in keeping promises what s/he says.
IF S/HE KEPT WORDS 2 or 3 portions they said IMAGINE the world you dreamt you saw it, isn’t it?
Who dares to blow the flute, the flute lying in dust for very long?
ARE YOY, I, ME the COWARD or the IMAGE of a DYING PERSON? CAN’T WE BLOW THE FLURE?

Hamid Rayhan: Poet, Fiction writer

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