One Byte Pseudo-Friendship - Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq
One bit deep desire sails in the sky as a hawk
One bit feeling shooting in the blood cell
One bit dream painting leaves on canvas
One bit trust blooms on the air like perfume.
One bit sorrow cries with the sparrow
While another bit smiles with soft rain
One bit hate is more than bitter gourd
While another bit love swims lucid.
Eight bits compose one byte aroma-
The cool fragrance of pseudo-friendship!
Book 'Firefly Can't Make a Day' February 2008
Rhythm Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
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