Love 11 Poem by Ershad Mazumder

More intimacy with distant stars
and the night of deep words
We wish only
We never wrote that
love is there
if we extend our hand.

May be good
May be not bad
A flower struggles with wind
but none will win.

Come back to place of your
home of love
once you built.
Time is still waiting there
on the roof of hope
Peace is there in your eyes
it is hiding in your soul
Finally you will burry yourself
in that soil.