Loosing Hints - Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq
Unknown world is dancing on playmate's hand
Burning passion at touch, unruly soul runs free
Past fled away into the dead letter box everyday
Present is composing mail and playing games.
Birds tweet at chirpy morn, day begins nice
Naked soul sleeps in the arms of hidden mystery.
Sun sets in our dusk and rises to a new land
Software dissolves serial and formats new spaces
Coming germinates from the seed of going
Loosing hints are more than received signals!
Book 'Firefly Can't Make a Day' February 2008
Rhythm Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
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