I am not a complicated man (Poem from Bangladesh)

You came close in that night
Closer than many of us
Tend to forget
That they used to holding someone's hand

Tight!
And you had been craving for those warm embraces  
Which you miss
Terribly!

Strange life we have
Collectively or individually
We grow children
We grow memories

Strange life we have
We try to forget
We try to move on
Individually or collectively

But from that night
Everything has been changed
My adventurous heart missed its pulse
It grew younger along with you
And you leave it
Alone!
And you leave it into the
Streets of multicultural cities
And you escape it into the
Multidimensional structures

I know
When you will grow older
You would have much less to lose
Maybe then
You will fight for me
Maybe then
You will find the strength
To hold me
Tight!

But until then
I am the strange horizon
You thought that you have touched
At least once
But still I am no stranger
And I am not a complicated man