Rayhan Islam Shuvro (28th December,1992 / Jessore, Bangladesh)
Poems of Rayhan Islam Shuvro
A text never sent
He wants to feel he's not alone.
He wants to make you his someone where he belongs.
I live, I breath, you tear me apart
Familiar faces with fake sympathy.
The burning ashes of our love seems so dead...why!
I kissed your for my love, not for my hunger.
I'm sinking in your waves beneath my sorrows.