Beneath the sky, all I see is love!
The sky is loving and holding air and dust.
Most nights are pensive but they are always young!
Sometimes don't know why -
Only some comets fall down!
Atrocious! atrocious!
(17/12/19)
WHEREVER I FACE JUST THE LOVE BUT SOMETIMES THE THORNS OF ROSE BECOME ATROCIOUS! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Jahid. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks