Musfiq us shaleheen

Gold Star - 4,738 Points (31st, December,1970 / Khulna, Bangladesh)

Musfiq us shaleheen Poems

161. Sometimes I Feel Love 6/18/2017
162. Root 6/25/2017
163. First Bracket 7/2/2017
164. Blank 7/2/2017
165. Confused 7/4/2017
166. Love And Romanticism 7/4/2017
167. Down Memory Lane 7/11/2017
168. ফ্যাকাশে বেগুনি পাতায় সোনালী দিন 7/13/2017
169. Pyramid 7/17/2017
170. পিরামিড 7/17/2017
171. নো ম্যান্স ল্যান্ড 7/19/2017
172. ধূপছায়া 7/19/2017
173. অস্তিত্ব 7/26/2017
174. Existence- 7/26/2017
175. Simplicity 7/26/2017
176. No Man's Land 7/30/2017
177. কুহেলিকা 7/31/2017
178. We Are For Each Other 8/1/2017
179. Love! 1/17/2016
180. Beauty 1/17/2016
181. Where The Earth 1/20/2016
182. The Swing Rhythm 1/23/2016
183. Very Near To The End 1/25/2016
184. Overcoat 2/1/2016
185. Peace Poem Burns 2/1/2016
186. So Far 2/6/2016
187. Not Clear 2/7/2016
188. The Spring Is On The Way 2/13/2016
189. Gloom Night's On The Shore Of The Past 3/2/2016
190. I Owe You 3/3/2016
191. I Know All Know! 3/6/2016
192. The Poet Of Eternal Span 3/9/2016
193. Departure 3/12/2016
194. How Grew End 11/14/2015
195. Songs Of Farewell 11/18/2015
196. Fictions 11/21/2015
197. Y-Road 11/21/2015
198. Yellow Flowers In A Golden Day 11/25/2015
199. Wood Without Bark 11/26/2015
200. A Bed, A Bier 12/2/2015
Best Poem of Musfiq us shaleheen

The Lost Spring

This day you left me
And spring lost its flower forever
At early spring, young called never
Again in a low silent day,
I heard the crisping of a lost grasshopper

In a black and white glow dream
Far away from the silky moon sprung
There birds feathers were oping with high delicate
Though Pale petals were losing their pixel with pleasant
But the high divine melody colored the deep purple

Then another high spring fallen to light purple
Yellow flowers bloom on her pale face again
At Night mild murmur cools the heart of the passionate
And the ...

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Rhythm Of Change

So wired connection,
malfunction and volatile society-
Even though the darkness,
future written by Satan
You feel, not even a morning,
I listen a bird whistling-
but still try to walk on winter dew,
wish to run on rain when cats and dogs,
chaos raises and makes demand to change,

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