As Scarecrow
Late October
On the harem of love
November rain is ready to blow
Candle light is missing
Wind is hissing like hidden snake
O' Beloved! The dark of eve ravishes me
Necropolis greets me to the foggy midnight
Neither grave yard nor the ghostly knell
Fall on me the far around.
Wind of revenge, wind of hate, wind of blood
Sings the songs of winter's pregnancy
The moon live on abortive faculty
All of me stand still before the shining sun as scarecrow
-October 25, 2018 Chattogram
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