Nazmul Haque

(1st March,1978 / Sirajgang, Bangladesh)

No More Tear


No more tear, my heart
Its time to be free and smile
There is the full moon smiling on the sky
why do I need to think of her sweet face?

The rose is still the same, its scent is still as fair
Why should I want to smell the sweet scent of her hair?
The morning pure and fresh air touches myself
why do I still think of her sweet touch?

If she can dream and smile of new life
Why should I shed fresh tear on old grief?
The way of life is calling me to step onward
Why should I stick to the dark meaningless past?

No more tear, my heart
Its time to be free and smile.

Submitted: Thursday, September 08, 2011
Edited: Friday, September 09, 2011
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