Treasure Island

Asif Andalib

(27 November 1967 / Moez Monzil, Komlapur, Faridpur, Bangladesh)

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  • So Close (10/27/2012 11:06:00 AM)

    even the most happiest moment will be a worst due to the absence of our beloved one....
    lets hope she will call you....

    »so close« (Report) Reply

  • Shivani Misra (10/27/2012 10:59:00 AM)

    Don't wait for any damn thing. Just spend each second of the day with happiness n live in the present. Seriously. Today is a day to celebrate. Don't wait for their call. If u love them, love them unconditionally. Dont ask for anything in return.
    Have a happy Eid, theres still some time left. (Report) Reply

  • John Raubenheimer (10/27/2012 8:26:00 AM)

    All the anxiety of waiting for a beloved's, call on a day of great celebration, is captured in this haiku... I feel the sense of loss. Hope your love phones you, Asif. (Report) Reply

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