On the Grave of Beloved

I've come with bouquet of flower in this morning. None is here on your grave Tailor birds are singing Leaves are dancing Sunny rays are sparking Sky is smiling through its blueness White clouds are spreading coolness But I am with bouquet of rose O’ love look – at my hand, at my eyesight, at my heart beating, at my harem of heart, Just roses whispering of love, No tears in eyes but love is glimmering as silver water just love I've come not to weep just for your love and love -July 09, 2018 Chattogram