Along came a hoopoe once again
Everyone loves him. A nice amicable guy, as he is no relative, he is no refrain. He starts within a rhythm when often a melody is surreal and soars along the flight of the song, up high, high above, where God knows everything about eternal time, beyond the worldly cacophony and hustle and bustle. Sometime a song is a mere glass effect and even though some days are also a lit up chandelier and even after all these I feel homesick for a glow in the dark with a softer greenish hue of prayer bids, long dispersed, long gone, Am I growing in lie, am I hardened in feasts through the festive nights, that knew that everything fits through misfits, ever sustaining to adjust , every discord, every subtlety melting with heartache , mundane trickling down over the smile lines, ever paired?I never wanted to know. My shadow leaves there, before the effort of guessing into the depth.
And Salah rush to myriad, I will come back to thee, after every sound, every note and a long day.
And I will bring shalom to thee!
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Tamanna Ferdous
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