For every (wo)man every moment passes, each moment has a next moment to it, untill he dies.

Some people are built so differently, and neither parentage nor environment can be proclaimed responsible for that, their goodness is an innate quality, something they are born with, something they will die with...and sometimes we are fortunate enough to meet such people who would not be pointedly good but we get the point somehow and we are sad we aren't all that good, but we try nevertheless. Thank God for those few good (wo)men.

This is a piece of poetry I heard somewhere. Loved it. Can anyone tell me who wrote it?

Hawa boye shonshon
tara ra kanpe
hridoyeo ki jong dhore
purono khap e?

I offer no excuse for my randomness.