Asimuzzaman Asim

My beloved has ensnare me in a ambit, it be sticked…
I desore not to chit, but feast me an uncertainty, it seems…

That countenance is akin to an apothecary for me…
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Let it be grief, even to tantalize my heart, come,
Come even if only to waive me to torment again,
Come, if not for our past deceit,
Then to intently fulfil the pristine rustic rituals.
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Having mulct both this macrocosm
And the next for love's sake,
There goes a frigid soul
With a hipped night in his wake.
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How sprightly she must be living, how proud
She must be, who knows what modus of people would be there who would be fetching to her.

In the dusk of day, happy people come here to me.
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That pamper as once respired among us,
Whether you dodder recalling or do not…
That promise, yes, of trailing thus,
Whether you dodder recalling or do not…
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she broke all the means of communication as she went away.
Though I presumed our understanding was such that at least we could have continued visiting each others spot.

It was better if one had professed a sole candle oneself instead of yammer about the darkness of the night
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Meeting in the wake of so long?
What notion are your lost in these days?
The sturdy puff of sir asks me..
What do you keep writing in the sand?
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You are leaving with such a trace.
you are faster than me
Why do you feign in writing on the right?
I daze who asked me rife than me?
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If you don't believe then try me,
I am a mirror, hunt up this image,

I am a uncouth candle, I keep burning day and night,
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somewhere the moon got lost on the way
somewhere the moonlight got lost,
I am a lamp and that too is extinguished.
how my night brightened!
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This is a thing that happened in the evening or at night,
I won't beat her, she ruined me,
The day I do celebrate with my parents
Now I am gassy to someone from a nearby bush.
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I remember stilly shedding tears night and day,
I still retrace those point when I fell in love.
When I converged you, somehow, my foible of self-confidence went
I remember you were penetrating your finger between your teeth.
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Moony everything being in mash with you
After the vesper of grief she's leaving me,

The house is deserted, all jourm are blue
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Don't stroll around without a reason,
Remain at home for some days,
She is franckly alike a book of poem,
Silently make out her,
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I drowse you had a premises like love,
The one who procured root out didn't dwell down
The one who got lost is not found,
Sometimes on the floor, sometimes over the sky
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What is the shebang with you, my guiltless love?
What cure is there for your sorrows, my love?

I desire you and you turn away
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I was musing of you all murk,
The earthshine pierced me all night,
Sometime blazing sometime dying out
The ire of my pang radiate all night,
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Your dejection once sought comfort in company
But those who were once yours have long gone,
Those who would genuflect as you passed
Who once lineal your driveway are long gone.
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Smashing my head in regret
I fall a sleep in contemplating in separation,
There is a vacuous inboard which I am sinistral of thinking
What would I even say?
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This day if we afar, then we may visit in the rivière
Like arid flowers that are fuzzed in books,
Look for pearls of devolution in devastated people
Maybe you can detect this store-house in bad people,
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