Yet the Will Is
Anu; I think-
Give you a kiss-
Maybe I'm leaving,
Corona's gradual revolt-
The procession on the other side is mine
In time message-
Waiting for the eternal journey.
My endless night of rest
Tulsi agar sandalwood juice
Will be hidden-
In the shadows under the shadows,
The scent of your bunch of yellow flowers.
Anu is crying for you
All the veins and sub-veins carrying the juice of affection are trembling
When i think--
Nature will create the widow butterfly
Anu'll lose warm sleep in the cold
Whose heart is hidden-
The chirping of birds in the morning
The scent of new crops,
Numerous dormant particles.
Anu is not a minor today-
Inside him are countless waves of disobedient love
Flows without guilt-
Neuron fresh juice
Time's lips kiss the Anu too,
Just like me
And explodes in Leela in a pink hue
Sometimes it spreads like a white flower,
Flashes lightning-
The soul feels the soul.
Anu may be going to an unknown destination
Corona's gradual revolt-
Maybe no more kissing-
Now only daytime noon morning night
Sadly waiting
R-
Fear of the cheat corona's violent claws,
The water of tears ran away
Still wish-
I kiss you, Anu ..
Copyright © Samar Bhowmick | Year Posted 2020
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