Made Wind Poem by Delwar Hossain

Made Wind



# MAD WIND #
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Everything departed
With the feeling of destitution.
With what feeling
Golden song to be sung.
I am standing
For the pleasing rustle sound
Of dried leaves.
Everything departed
With mad wind
Without the feeling
Of pleasure.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017
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