Wet Leaves Of Green Forests Poem by Imran Islam

In the wet village pathway
Suddenly, I met you,
You hid your face with the rainy leaves
and pulled the wet scarf on your head.
Those your lovely eyes felt so blushing
and the vines are tied to your nose ring!

The wet leaves of green forests
It's talking about your shyness
Those few words of your coy lips
made me smile a little more,
And the tears and love of clouds
were touching all of your beauties!

O monsoon, don't stop the rains
Come, come down as the storm
on this green forest of long trees
and make these wet leaves swim.
If the village road will get flooded
Then you'll ride on a boat with me.

The nature doesn't care me
Does whatever it wants to do,
No, the monsoon rain is gone
and you're standing in the lank wet hair,
But my clime is far away from you,
So, I'm walking on my way alone!
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