Here is a garden of mine - blue,
here is a sky like - sesame.
If the garden is hidden,
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Loved your garden, it's blue, its hiddenness, its sapling…. The insecurities, ambitions and expectations of a youth is what I read in this poem. Maybe, a tinge of sadness, impatience and disappointment too.5*.
I understand that you are from Bangladesh. May I invite you to read my poem 1971, Birth of a Nation…
Thanks to identify me.