TO THE UNFAMILIAR BEAUTIFUL GIRLS-
(Israt Jahan & Jhing Atchi Madrigal)
wow so beautiful you are, the paragon of beauty
innocent the sight, the eyes, the nose, the lips, the chin….
why, why you are so beautiful to look
oh I don't know
but yeah
last night I have a pain
in the shadow dark of moon,
last night I was alone
oh my master,
yeah my master of soul separated me
from his contemplation den,
this morning my master of soul
has gone ,
yeah, has gone to his desired land
now the butterflies circumambulating me
I let them go to your beautiful eyes, lips, and chin
but I won’t allow to touch you,
the garden of rose gifted more flowers this morning,
I let all to carry their fragrance to your nose
but I won’t allow them to make you allergic
this that the flowing river
builds in its stream the rhythm of liking
and I let it reside in your sense of beauty
but I don't allow to bother you,
O beauty it's my intrinsic style of writing
you may allow or disallow
but I'm in me the real
yeah, but I won't allow this reality to tease you
via FB comment (don't mind/ CTG, BD, 11/12/19 3.30pm)
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