And, No, Yes... I'M Too Tired To Die
I asked who am I, my name?
You answered not in the same.
To you whom I loved,
You looked for your gains a lot.
Hearts forgot their Hearts,
I watched the faiths you got.
And, my dreams did die,
And, I used to cry.
Though, I sang songs were new,
You played your tools with you.
No, I didn’t know-
The last of the beginning,
No, I didn’t know-
How you were thinking.
Yes, I was None but One,
Yes, you were Some but None.
Please, kill me dear now,
I can’t have our lives anyhow.
To live these lives with try
I’m too tired to die.
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June 09, 2009
Kallyanpur, Dhaka;
Bangladesh.
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