The Letter

This is letter, an autumnal leaf from the abode heart There are many alphabets, many words, many sentences There are immense desire, fragrant emotions There are dyed intoxicated soul, delightful idol of you Everything there are sermonizing the speech of you This your are none but the soul, my soul of love But sometimes I lose this highlighted letter I see myself being idolized in the very distant past Again sometimes see I’m the sound of supreme being That's why In this wordy statements, In this actionable confessions, in this realistic presence I can't find myself Cause- there is you This your are none but the soul, my soul of love Yes, sometimes where I feel Love is eternal young, ever powerful when it lives in control there another time same I feel Love is savage, heartless killer when can't control it oh! What a terrible power of love has when it crosses its limitation then it kills all In fear of being killed In one winter morning In the foggy grave with the tears of falling dreams The lifeless spirit lives as a corpse On the letter which cut into pieces 20.09.2020 Chattogram