Feign Of Wend Poem by Asimuzzaman Asim

You are leaving with such a trace.
you are faster than me
Why do you feign in writing on the right?
I daze who asked me rife than me?
Why are you stick so late at night?
I am also the one who darts from the river.
you are deeper than the sea
What's the matter with you like this?
Why are you so mutiformity?
I haven't seen so much that I have seen it.
Why are you throwing stones?
go and enjoy the feast
I know you are true.
from all the demos of my burg
I am very happy!
what to say in my storm centre!
The night is full of nothing.
it's too late and strapping at night
Don't ask me stories of separation