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.