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A False Combination
Sometimes I don't know you,
Other times I don't know me,
Sometimes, you are just a stranger crossing the sky's limit,
Other times, you are my dearest brethren.
You don't look beyond the surface,
My perceived height is nothing but a miracle,
You only know the skin-deep conscience,
I think of you as a divine arcade.
I was so in my desired continent,
You were so in your purest delusion,
Now, where is your dream and my illusion?
Where do you belong in this scorched island?
I found you nowhere,
You reside in my flawless daydream,
Maybe you are just a honeycomb,
Perhaps you are nothing but a silkworm.
Once you have defined the beauty of a paradise,
I congratulate you on attaining your preferred location,
There is a lie in your desired destination,
I know your insight is nothing but a false combination.
Copyright ©
Abir Hossain Sawran
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