Grandmother Cottonwood’s leaves glistened.
Shaking their silver sides against the breeze.
Glossy and pointedly sculpted, a few listened.
As her main twig rolled up his sleeve.
I had not seen a talking tree since Babes in Toyland.
Expected some marching and a mariachi band.
The woods were unnaturally quiet and stark still.
North wind providing a coldish autumn chill.
To the body of fogs
I leave the smoke of cigarette
Lost in invisibility
Winter cake spreads fragrance
in search of the coldish dawn
smiling golden paddy in the field
Twittering in the trees
The hibiscus is soaked in dew
Scattered numerous plum flowers
A sheet of fog-clouds over the sun
Another white morning returns
Autumnal roots in arrangement of winter
-15.11.2020 Chattogram
Arrives the spring
Anacreontic verse 3
Allure of raindrops
as drizzle knocks,
April arrives ...
Ecstatic Spring
ushers joy,
Buds bloom
petals unfold,
Vibrant colours
eyes behold,
Mustard in yellow
wheat gives gold,
Fragrant breeze
to lovers' delight,
Heavenly azure
and soaring flight,
Reigning blue
echoes into sea,
Festivals lure
delicacies to relish,
Step into May
with blushing
Red roses,
Luscious Mangoes
enticing delish,
Basking days
evenings coldish,
Verve satiates
soul's every wish!
Written April 11th, 2016
For contest by Edward ebbs
Her childish sweetness,
And murmuring twinkle eyes,
Visionary awaiting dreams,
Passing through her destination,
Where coldish accompany,
Enjoyed peace to blast time,
Heart palpitated gossips,
Lips were thrilled,
Arms had jumping,
To climb embrace,
As,
A bird was flinched into a net.
And trying to across the boundaries,
When,
You touched my initiate stance,
I realised,
Something is hiding me.
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