Zahir Khan | Wednesday, 11 August 2021 | Print
Zahir Khan
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These are the clouds that are across the sky
Stay frozen with the speed of the wind
In the shade to feel a little better
I am the only one in the dusty city
After a while, it will rain drizzle
Kids running field after field
Kanamachhi ran and screamed
This is me sitting as a groom
Asadha-Shravan rains across the yard
He went in search of the bride
One of my mustard hilsa youth
Now a little bit in the pitter-patter sound
When you wake up, you just hide, the walls
Yet after my love being killed
There will be bloodshed in this city
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Posted 11:09 am | Wednesday, 11 August 2021
globalpoetandpoetry.com | Faruk Ahmed Roni
