Orange Poem by Sk. Nurul Huda
Orange
yesterday I got an orange
casually I squeeze it
suddenly it splashes vapors to my nose
is it not Autumn? yes but its smell works
is it winter?
the very fragrance knocks
I visualize the winter....
oh the yellow flowers...
the fragrance go back...I uttered...
it
it brought me to afternoon roaming with her years ago...
oh! the orange...I threw it to the nearby pond...
My fingers seem to absorb and mingle its smell...
I clean clearly...
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But alas! No remedy to wash memory bank...
To wash the memory bank! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Memory is always part of us, although some of them we hope it just go away but maybe we cant do tear some pages of the book, our life.. because the story was built cohesively together....what we need is to walk to the next page of our life and make a chapter bigger so we wont spend time to refix that old pages in life
:) You are most welcome You have your own amazingness in your poem and for your kind words on me, i humbly return thank you to you maybe today is about remembering past, but someday we will remembering today so just be happy and live fully Biswas :)
welcome...to my endeavor. what a valuable and inspiring comment you have made......your metaphor to compare life with BOOK and the PARTS of life with ITS PAGES..really noticeable and praise-able...... I am elated with your comment......thank you very much.
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4/25/2024 12:05:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
But alas! No remedy to wash memory bank... Amazing presentation. Thanks.