Dark Heart Cries

She was like the beautiful flowers; oh more than that, moon, sun……. imaginative heaven, perhaps more these all. She was with good health with two girls children and husband. Good family was there. The sun as usual comes to shine her residential building. The river stream is in pregnant flowing with a floating rhythm of boatman flute playing. Daily life was there fair though I was hardly visitor of her conjugal life. Now the home is full of mother-less child crying. Tears weather Feared every earth lane Dark heart cries 16.06.2020 Chattogram