To Dead Heart O Valentine Come
I’m dead in my heart
you killed me by the sword lips
oh! what a killer sight you have
I’m banned in my heart
O beauty
you sovereign my poetry
I’m ruined in your cheek dimple,
your neckline locks me up like the snake mating
through the whispering of fairy tale I’m sting by the pearl teeth
oh I’m tippled in illusory Nymph
I’m hurt by the watery life
I’m imprisoned in the gleaning forest of watery grave
your fawned eyes, alcoholic nose, swan cheeks
bow lips, body like the road of springtime
arrest me here in this valentine’s gibbet
kisses, your weapon kill me blamelessly
where the verse of God curse me devilishly
distinguish me
I’m a true believer of love
sheer straight forward I’m in me
I’m in no game as well as no fame
I’m in your love
where you’re the heart of valentine
where you’re blooming my poems pulse
couplet of love in my wine cup
rotating on the mystical drinking path
now I’m namesake piece of heart
in the alluring light of your eyes,
stigmatized when I’m shot by the love arrow,
the ripped heart floating on the river of sorrow
valentine has come
also you may come
I have no complain against you
to dead heart you may come also
wedding lock the ring
may bring to make link
on the epithet blossomed flower
for the true love I surely capture
-February 11, 2020 Chattogram
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