Cruel Time by Ashraful Musaddeq

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Cruel Time

What’s happening or to be happened
On the other bank of the river?

Is there any modest bonsai well and good-
Any ribbon to connect far and near?
Occurrence is loosing its phenomenon
Magic can’t peeps through eye sights!

Scorching sunny day rolling on dusts
Moon-less night sits on insomniac grill
Dark-blue grief walks on a rope-way
Situation is a cruel demand for network!

Time is walking on the cool wave
Alien is calling from an unknown chip!

Ashraful Musaddeq

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Palas Kumar Ray (10/4/2008 3:30:00 PM)
I can feel but can't express the thoughts in me as the Time passes before me in waves and I continue to reamin a silent spectator.Nice imagery.

Omar Brooks (10/2/2008 8:13:00 AM)
Nice work! I enjoy reading you.

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