Filled with artificiality all around.
There is no feeling of good.
There is a fascination with artificiality!
That fascination pulls you but not me.
You can leave me.
Some days I will suffer in your absence,
My heart will be wounded!
But I can bear it.
No suffering can last long.
You can go, you can be fascinated by artificiality!
The soft clay is dried in the sun and burned to make bricks.
If more heat is given, the bricks burn to charcoal.
There is no fear of burning when it is charcoal...
The artificial relationship will end,
Save me! I'll be alone.
Finally everyone has to be alone!
There is no good feeling towards artificiality
I want true love with universal feeling.
@ Mashiur Rahman Mashi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very intriguing write! 5 stars