I Steal
I steal
yes I steal
o beauty
I steal the grievance of your life
o no;
not I'm the thief of happiness
it's the blue
the far sky
o no, that's not the color of pain
I can decorate-
with the sweet breeze
mild more than the south;
with the fragrance of rose
fragrant more than the Arabian scent
Yes I steal,
still steal the pain, the grief
I the pain killer of your life
you're mine, only would be mine
-31/10/19 CTG BD
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2019
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