Shamim AA Kabir 05/03/2005
Heavy shower
In the desert
My desires dream in my heart.
The Blooming
Flowers in the dry
Human crowd, Hue and cry.
Once somebody asked
About life
And it's a mystery
Broken dream and its misery
I have said
Everything is running around.
Around my grave
On the ground
Flying dust and the leaf
Nothing broad
Nothing brief.
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