Lonely Shocked Love
Here, in this writing
table, I'll not
return
The song of night
and lonely owl
I'll not hear
For jazz music of fox
in biting cold
I'll not wait
For devastated couple
under street lamp post
I'll not write a couplet
Cause, O' love, you're
living on the rose of
other
Here, my rose and fragrance
is withered and make a
crying of rock!
-October 12, 2018 Chattogram
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