Sweetheart Poem by Md. Joynal Abedin

Sweetheart



Each morning,
The dew is falling around,
It falls on the field and ground,
Musking the leaves of the trees stood alone,
It comes from far distance across the sea over the mountain,
To embrace the stubborn feeling of my mute sweetherat.

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Md. Joynal Abedin

Md. Joynal Abedin

Gossaigaon, Assam (India)
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