Md. Sorwar Jahan

Magpie Tear

If I frame like a butterfly
Sit on the placid face of her and try to hide the glory of the eyes
Every bit of my wings on gliding, touches the smile, sniffs the smile
In dark, in dawn or in dusk, playful manner, will she say;
The meaning of the life, running and crying in a blooming petals house.


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