Steps to home Yousuf Alamgir In ending watch at last night; I was on the way. A well known pitch tarred path. Only me and my rickshaw driver; Going ahead to my paternal home. A short spell wind had said to me 'welcome' when I kept my first step in night coach stand. I had lost my full of joy to be stricken by that wind. I was going through the dark way and passing the martyr monument to keep my left side. Where I had sung about tenth opening songs of spring and given the first flower at beginning watch in 21st February to the martyrs. I saw the martyr monument in the twilight of morning. It stared at me with a helpless seeing. Concerned me that today our tradition is covered with eclipse. At that time I was going to be blended in clay with shame. I could not get any bravery to see that for second time. After leaving the monument when I had crossed the rail line then the biggest graveyard of the town had come to stand in front of me. It's I; Yes it's I who had entered a lot of people into the tomb with effort that came from my heart to tell 'Bismillahee wa ala millatee rasulillahee' this pray. And one day I asked the tomb secretly ''Hey tomb, how many heart would you need? Why do you feel hungry while you have a lot of hearts?'' In that day the tomb told me, ''I want love very much, so I find a lot of hearts. Perhaps I will have love''. And again goanna leave this arena; My dearest graveyard. Cause I thought, I need to go. A few moments later I saw the Trishul of crematorium in my left side. Knowing me its address. The door was opened. I saw it clearly that, the six rail line post of Chita in twilight. Where I had helped to burn many of my fellowmen's dead body with cruelty by saying 'Hori hori bolo, bol hori'. Then I remembered about Dabashish who was my best friend. I thought very deeply about himself cause he accepted the death. Could he find the eternal peace to go in heaven from the cruel earth? After passing a painful life? I was trying to remember for that situation when his dead body had been burning in this crematorium. Then I felt some pain for the mortality. After a moment while I faced my first school, that made me excited. I remembered my five years childhood when I had passed my best time in my little life. I remembered all of my friends especially Jillur, Murad, Rasel, Faruk... Those were most excited boy's in my time. I felt pain to remember Faruk. Who had gone to the heaven to leave this earth. Alas! What a life that man live! Now I am in a youth position. All the experience made me as an exceptional younger person. Now I am a living voice that was beginning from my boy hood. The full sun was clear edged and pure against the deep blackness of the night. Its golden beams danced on the rippling surface of the river called Dhorola. Just I landed in front of my home. My paternal home; I had come again. And I remembering about the speech of tomb 'I want love very much, so I find a lot of hearts. Perhaps I will have love'.