Woes of My Beloved
“His face shines forever,
On my sunny sky,
And twinkle at Cold Night.
We departed, but never said goodbye”
Said my beloved.
Keeping her head,
On the strong arms of an empty man.
Wearing a black shirt.
He listens.
“I go back again and again
At that time.
When he and I, used to lie
to each other, hurt each other.
And smiled the next day when we met,
But never said, sorry.
But I do not have a fare to get back
On that train.”
Said my beloved.
Keeping her head,
On the arms of a man,
Who has curly hair.
Wearing a red shirt.
He listens.
“I remember the day he held my hand,
For the first time,
with his sweaty palm,
shaking.
The world suddenly stood still.
The morning breeze felt heavy.
But I did not let go of his hand,
I could not.
I would not.
I did not look at him once.
We walked,
Like a boy who got his cherished Ice-cream,
Wanted it to last forever!
The Ice-cream melts,
So do our hearts.
Creamy droplets fall on the ground,
So does time.
If only this path
Stretched to eternity!
If only our time,
Ceased to exist!
If only…”
My beloved said.
Keeping her head
On my thin arms,
Where a couple of my thin hair lies.
I wore a gray shirt.
I listen.
04/07/24
Munchefbari, Comilla
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