Ask me an estranged one
Ask me an estranged one
* From a Bangla song
Ask me an estranged one,
A Few of them felt along, as if,
There is nothing more, left to say.
And, unspoken verses are a long pause, as if, there is.
Nothing more left to say, not yearning to be understood, deep.
The all-encompassing sky, the impeccable high, through the test of time,
Solitude and eloquence, sisters and chime, glum and glee, an enchanting spree
Hence, my verses and the aroma, harbinger of traveler, traveling a far
Hence, my verses and the aroma, harbinger of traveler, traveling a far
The hunter bee and the poison. left to say, not yearning to be understood, deep.
Ask me an estranged one,
A Few of them felt along, as if,
There is nothing more, left to say.
And, unspoken verses are a long pause, as if, there is
Nothing more left to say, not yearning to be understood, deep.
If this heart, is a tale, telling heart, reverie.
How the yearning finds the ecstasy to the pinnacle churn,
a sound for a sound, wavelength of gratitude through solid noise walls, exposition
Poet and a poem, canvas and an evocation, in frozen time
Poet and a poem, canvas and an evocation, in frozen time
Not along this one, not this, not.
Ask me an estranged one,
A Few of them felt along, as if,
There is nothing more, left to say.
And, unspoken verses are a long pause, as if, there is.
Nothing more left to say, not yearning to be understood, deep.
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