On the hill top— Tillaghar, Sylhet
Round rest shed— Wooden pillars
Year 1981— on a pillar
It was written: æour love has broken here'
Spring noon— weeping vegetation
Cool jade green breeze
I will never know who they were
But now I always feel
An unseen impatient spore
At old-night inside my pillow
Poem 16
Book 'Affluent Love- The Silent Killer' February 2012
Copyright Writer
Adarsha Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 978-984-8875-33-9
'Passionate' poetic journey from hill top to pillow side...nice write Ashraf...thanks...10
A touching, beautiful write, love does have the tendency to break down but goes on living in some different shape.10+++
Walt Whitman would be smiling. your passion gleams through, very nice 10
reminsiscent poetry so full of passion and emotions... : -) keep writing...
I will never know who they were But now I always feel An unseen impatient spore At old-night inside my pillow... love to read, , nice poem 10 it may revive when it survives one feels and believe when memories rush and relive
old night inside my pillow... it feels great to read this phrase. it is full of emotions, pictures, and memories. thanks for sharing. great write, sir!
maarvellous...i love the way youve formatted the poem..disjointed abstract...adds tpo the sadness and abruptness of love gone bitter.....amazing write..
will never know who they were — Always feel an unseen spore At old-night inside my pillow..... many lovers perish without telling their stories to wrold. this is tagedy..... i admire their courage and parting ways....10 'How are you' is written by me ingood humour
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From a top you see lot of things, really touching.