Evening Poem by R. Amin

Evening



How is my sweet evening!

Hair is playing with breeze, wicked breeze.

Oh! Young lady

Awaiting for a devotee with a beaten rose

Hero of your dream

As converses with reticence of sky.

Oh! Young man

Forgotten pretty human

Reality of moving earth.

Intend to invite a boy

Green mouth with a Red hand.

-R.Amin
Bangladesh

Wednesday, December 16, 2015
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