Lost Treasure: Father's Autobiography in His Own Handwriting
Excitement grips my heart,
As I delve into this long lost art,
A manuscript lost in time,
Brings me closer to a father of mine.
The pages yellowed, the ink faded,
But his words remain unabated,
His own handwriting touches my soul,
As I read the story that he told.
A life lived with so much to give,
A story that deserves to live,
My father's words a treasure trove,
Of memories that he wove.
With each turn of the page,
I feel a connection, a bond that won't age,
His words, his thoughts, his dreams,
Echoing through time, so it seems.
As I read his life's journey,
I feel a sense of awe, so worthy,
A father who lived with passion and drive,
His story, a reminder to strive.
Excitement still fills my heart,
As I come to the end of this lost art,
My father's autobiography, a legacy to hold,
His own handwriting, a story so bold.
In my latest poetic work, I've captured the overwhelming emotions experienced by Sheikh Hasina. As she recovered the lost manuscript of her father's autobiography, I was struck by the depth of her feelings, and felt compelled to express them in verse. My words attempt to capture the weight of this priceless treasure, and the significance it holds for Sheikh Hasina and her family.
