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How many nights awake, leaving all the work of the day Without enjoying the beauty of the afternoon sunset A letter written with great care
By Aranna Hasan Delwar 2 years ago in Poets
sweetheart, Put your head on this chest Can you hear anything? On the day of Baisakh, the storm rages This is going on in the chest
After loving you, many things have changed for me, As the city has changed, Udal has changed the road from metrorail
Did I ever say- tell me love Or, ever claimed give me a hug never said Wake up at night and soak in the Jyotsna bath with me.
Insulted in different ways with much care, Even then, the naughty mind finds you again In the streets or streets of the city
Today I kept the words stored in my chest on the breakfast table You carelessly threw it in the dustbin. My favorite things are in blue envelopes
I will grow old, my skin will sag The body will lose energy Eyes will lose their sharpness The teeth will leave me
The pages of memory are covered with dust Pain congealed across the ice-cold heart Fertile love with warm touch. Sometimes the hard pressure of Chaitra burns the mind like fire
A spring coming down from the mountain, or A bunch of clouds resting on the top of the hill The vast sky wrapped in a blue sheet, or
Infinite, infinite love, boundless and pure, A timeless essence that will endure. In the vast expanse where galaxies swirl,
In the silence of the night, tears cascade, Echoes of memories, a love once displayed. Amidst the shadows, where heartaches reside,
In the land where olive trees once stood tall, Now lies a tale of tragedy, we heed the call. In Gaza's streets, where children once played,
