Ashfakuzzaman Khan


Ode To Paradox

Imagine on a stormy night, I put my whimsical reveries on a silver screen.
The reel would roll and I would implore you to lean.
Perhaps all my whispers, my untold words―
Lost in the wind.

Imagine in a neverland, you are eternally in love with me.
And then the wandering thoughts would haunt you, set you free.
Perhaps all my caress, my blatant sighs―
Hidden beneath the lid.

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