Most of the crushes remain undisclosed in life;
And rightly so, because
The crushes that remain undisclosed,
Remain sweet and sought after forever.
They live in the bottom of the bosom's cavity,
Unblemished and unblighted by the frictions of familiarity.
Sometimes they create ripples and send them out
In weak wavelengths.
Mostly these ripples have no shore to reach;
They dissipate and drift away…
Undetected by any receiver.
The heart, the hidden transmitter,
Sends out these ripples at its will,
As long as it throbs.
Then... one day,
Everything comes to an inevitable end;
Crushes are buried for ever, with the silent transmitter!
Dhaka
08 February 2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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