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