Poetic Natural Feelings
There was exposed the mind of expression
Rain of May came to the nib of writing pen
No sorrow there was in the drop of the summer sky
No happiness in the ecstasy of peacock dance pie
Yet there was the poetic word, interlink of thought
There were you and unspoken dream in soulful dot
True or false, pleasure or pain never dyed me with you
But naturally, I'm entangled with glad and grief review
27.05.2020 Chattogram
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