Lovely Mitra

This night I stay awake;
I fear to drown in a dreamless slumber.
I ache to hand you my destruction.
My thoughts torment, monsters in my head.
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Your soft evening breeze
caresses my face, my hair, my soul.
Light is your tread.
You glide in
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Oh sleep! Merciful sleep,
Embrace me in your silken arms tonight.
Shelter me from the garish light of day,
Now, the night; my nerves strain.
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আমার সর্বনাশ লেখা হোক তোমার হাতে।
কি দেবো তোমায়?
আমার বিষাক্ত জিবনের একটি আদ্ধায়।
বলেছি কি, ভালোবাসি?
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What is this then?
The death of love;
Words torment and do not temper
The feelings that ravage every breath.
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This is not the time to love,
The desperation for belongingness;
Thoughts and time,
The futility of existence haunt
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