To looking you
I was lost shame
like the unwanted wind of winter!
To knowing you
I was lost all kinds of fear
like the flames of fire
To seeing you
I was lost all kinds of hatred
like mud of monsoons.
But I felt it
In the morning sky, in the air
A dewy chest full of sweet messages of love.
But I saw
In the light of the setting sun
Various beauties painted on the sky
But I heard
Unblooming melody in the dark chest
In the silence of the night,
in the beauty of the moon.
@Bangladesh
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