Ashraf ul Alam Shikder

Basho's frog is waiting
to jump in my old pond, while
in deep sleep I dream
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When silence talks loud
straight from the heart to a heart
no noise can disturb
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Desire distance need
in the sake of human race
to alive the World
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The moon is broken
Clouds swallowed half and rest sky
Dew drops is her tear
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winter blown me dashed
to her, never i believe
but love and loved wild
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our room heater now
keeps me warmth on winter nights
after my wife leaves
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Age is a tragic sprite, not exist but remain
To live forth we need to breathe away from own eyes
Hedged by the walls of time
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No one never seen a ghost
We believed, there none
even now we cannot see
Just watching mortality of human race
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