poem

১৮ ই ফেব্রুয়ারি, ২০১৪ রাত ১০:৩৭

Form of Darkness-1

hasan mehedi



Putting aside the night in the lanes and alleys

Declines persistent winds.



Darkness is dips in the death-sleep chest,

still I wish to come up in the hard crooked broken hill,

plenty convoy of courage.



I want to melt away in sandy glisten cold

nascent toned of flying birds over all the windows .

The mystery of the source stream colored Screen slide.



From dawn to dawn, crepuscular light; intention to float in the sky.

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