A prolific writer inspired by environment and insights. He writes poems and essays and articles.
The nostrils have no choice of its own
The essence of a silent dawn
Inside the awoken a garden has grown
My optimist sight flew with a flock of swan
The scent of innocence in the drizzling rain
Or when our eyes met the first time
All atrocities have been slain
The forest rain found its rhyme
Have you come with the morning dews?
Or was it tear drops on my eyelashes
I thought I smelt the skin of blooming rose anew
Recently all my senses clashes
I cherish the confusing tastes smell and sight
Or the numbness my bones felt when you left
Has time made anything right?
With time widened the bleeding cleft
But yet I know the stars will rise
Only a single sun has so much to hide
Lights often obscures entice
In the name of love I have lost all pride
© 2021 Muhammad Mizanur Shuvra