As Scarecrow

Late October
On the harem of love
 November rain is ready to blow 
Candle light is missing 
Wind is hissing like hidden snake 
O' Beloved! The dark of eve ravishes me 
Necropolis greets me to the foggy midnight 
Neither grave yard nor the ghostly knell 
Fall on me the far around.
Wind of revenge, wind of hate, wind of blood 
Sings the songs of winter's pregnancy 
The moon live on abortive faculty 
All of me stand still before the shining sun as scarecrow


-October 25, 2018 Chattogram
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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