It Is Not Easy To Revive - Poem by SOHEL MAHAMUD
Never talked about it,
I never said, loved the blues in the rain
beyond the deep forest
summer grain where it grows.
We used to go there,
we loved the green meadows and
where the bird always sings
and the wind gently blows during the spring.
which were the same
summer for many, many days of autumn
as is evident.
never talked about it
if there were some distance
heart to heart seems
or was, and the distance
is not easy to retrieve all.
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