Me And My Solitude 01 Poem by Rafiqul Anowar
Me And My Solitude 01
'Your life whirled in the miseries.
And our relation
became strange in time.
Now we meet in fog -
in the cold moonlit night
But feel only the presence,
see not each other.
If I cry much on that grief,
the tear will end forever,
May be for that sadness,
my eyes will be lost forever.
I don't know where the last sorrow
laid in this earth:
So, I've kept an eye for that,
hidden in my heart.'
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