Feelings
---------- Molla Md. Rashidul Huq
Hiding one sea of sorrows in the heart
I wet into the rain of pain and torments.
Drops of blue despair touch
My eyes of thought;
Whispers of deep breathe stroll in the air
& I lay my ear on your way back.
I stretch my hand and touch the unspoken words;
Go back to the night of rhythm-break.
While walking with the mysterious poems
I think about a bohemian butterfly;
With all its strange colours shouting to nature
& love was busy somewhere else that time.
Happiness abandoned me, while dreams deceived.
Fantasies separated me from reality and
The speeches of likelihood have never been uttered
Due to the trap of fascination.
What worse could it happen
If time had given me another chance?!