On the Grave of Beloved
I've come
with bouquet of flower
in this morning.
None is here on your grave
Tailor birds are singing
Leaves are dancing
Sunny rays are sparking
Sky is smiling through its blueness
White clouds are spreading coolness
But I am with bouquet of rose
O’ love look –
at my hand,
at my eyesight,
at my heart beating,
at my harem of heart,
Just roses whispering of love,
No tears in eyes but love is glimmering as silver water
just love
I've come not to weep just for your love and love
-July 09, 2018 Chattogram
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