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A Celestial Trap
Got stuck in a celestial trap,
Found myself nowhere within the gap.
Fell only for the crap,
Driving me insane with this verbose map!
Poke my nose, pinch my ear,
Don't want to reach near those lusty deer.
Pierced by your Cupid's arrow,
Never learned before how to kowtow.
Fun is never produced without wit,
A circle is never formed without subtle habit.
Satire is never programmed in my head,
With the perfect being, it overflows without any deadly break!
Madness sounds so typical,
In these verses, I want to make us immortal.
I am always afraid of time's transient nature,
Except for this dreadful joy, I want to be versed in your memoir.
Elevations do not make this bond great,
You and I are the prerequisites of this buttery bread.
Four in the morning, I am still thinking on my own,
Till another four, I hear the silence of sound sleep beneath my mind's gown.
Copyright ©
Abir Hossain Sawran
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