The Dawn
The tree was flowering the waist of every twig at dawn
Sun shined it with golden ray through fawned eyes lawn
After morning bath you came to pluck some of it
No one was there but from the roof silent I greeted
Black hair, red vermilion, smiling body and creed
The tender hands touched the flowers lovingly in need
The basket of oblation became full of charming
Holiness before the God brought the scent of spring
Hymn from the scripture and the bell reminded the tree
That served self to make alive the belief how wonderfully
Whose garden, whose flowers were there still I do not know
But flowers for solemn hymn the beauty starts the dawn true
22.07.2020 Chattogram
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