Md. Sorwar Jahan Poems

Blooming myself here
for the glory, in a shape
I was left, hand of sun flower
or the gesture in way she dwells
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In sleep, in love always be in peace
like a gliding bird in the ocean of blue, where the dream catches firefly
Blue or black I am drunk in her eyes, beauty of heaven all seem far
because children of human smiles in my heart
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If I frame like a butterfly
Sit on the placid face of her and try to hide the glory of the eyes
Every bit of my wings on gliding, touches the smile, sniffs the smile
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what should I do at the afternoon, playing a guitar, hiding the face,

or a banjo
lazy and occult, rhyming the rhyme of the old guys, seems close like
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