Behind The Cell Poem by Khondoker Shajahan Raj

I saw the skeleton wide open
Like you have known it till ages,
I liked the room petty much
Cause it had many windows;
Each to open the halfway to morning
And to close it at night.

Like polar stars shrinking down with its ground
And leaves withered away with winter-
Your shrunk lips barely opens up your secret
The soul has kept inside for fear.

It was quiet, dumb, and pitch-black
When you said, 'I love you.'
Like an etherized patient grabs the pillow
And half-way dead dreams rot in mind.
The morning sun was still beaming to reach,
But you closed all path of glory
And your soft pillow-horses were all set free.

Nights never remember the sun
Days take the revenge to it
And what left for twilight is romance
Let us seize the day and
Let life give a chance.