The wish is to win the blue sky of life
Wings are to go too high solving strife
In this four walls like the village bride
Life feels comfort as caged bird in mind
Breaths read you, sights write you lovingly
Tears enjoy you, sighs drink you saintly
Now a wise poem heals the odd time
Making the body worshiping shrine
My body is prayer temple in alone dome
When poetic pen comes with shining home
27.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
u r u no Q u read some of my V I R U S K U and pass more time extensions coming