Scattered cloud
flying over the mountain
Sometimes threatened by
the horn and comb
Changes direction creates
an abnormal dimension
A shadow stripe
forms within the sky
A hate lies within lie
reminds untold hypocrisy
I never go there again but
shadow stripes born
Become darker to darkest with
a residue of anger
I fight against odds and evils
which lie under showcase
An Aerosol kills bugs but
Love returns hate
-@Shaleheen 16th February,2013, Dhaka
...You always seem to amaze me, but i really shouldn't be surprise. When i think its impossible, you yourself become a better writer :) nice work.
how true but well put by a great writer, thank you for sharing sir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very deep and complex poem, great write!