Nurul Hoque 2. And again I say, nothing is to look your face I thought a page of my book some times I read you and many times I play As a small boy with rural mud and clay As a poet of green mind and innocent where my heart was gave you on rent where my eyes teared always salty water now she cut me part as a sharp cutter where my courage would help her to remove fear where my arms caught her to take near oh god ! bless her and teach to learn I am alone ! I am alone and almost burn I was a dream make me share every thing I am only a poet, she knows, I am not a king But my dream was to made her a real queen of love And my dream what not more than above Oh god ! you know I never run behind money I am only a poet, not a naughty man or truly canny But I need to reach her with out any beg How I can since I have no long leg I am not a bird no wings to up and fly I hate and avoid anything to speak lie I worked hard move from place to place As a red horse of uneven race The time I passed written lot of love line All those are golden wealth of mine And a fine morning I just open her page to post What wrong ! I saw a shadow of ghost who looked me with a black dark as night I lost my sense, and I lost my eye sight He addressed to whom shoki, a Bengali word I injured and blooded by a unseen bow toward And then from the sky, star pal surely a star pal I stretched out my love, known by Baijayanti mondal 10:54pm
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 05:41:13 +0000
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