On the shoulder of the twilight
I see you sparkling
On the back of the moonlight
I see you twittering
There is ardent quarrelsome rain
Where no flower splashing
Here is tranquil bewailing silence
Where your absence alluring
Death is the working hour of a life
Which is our last platform
If you die before me leaving all
Just wait I'll be same norm
No need to dance to satisfy anyone there
None do slacken our love, it's infinite fair
© Adeeb Al-Fateh
April 12,2026
Bangladesh
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