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Harsh time ridicule

A dove once built its home under the scorching sun,
A dream to cry in a world of misery and hopes undone.

Albeit the sun shimmering bright and high,
The dove finally gets a chance to take a sigh...

Like a sudden ecstasy of rain in dust.
He breathes in fright with his love in rust...
“I don’t want to lose again! That life I can’t choose again!”

Her astonishing words of seduction yet feel soothing as illusion
But comes back shockingly being haunting tears,
Ah! Why is this fragile promise again?
The little dove shivers- tip tip … tip tip!
Never ending desires o heart- shame thousands shame!

Chronicles of the unstoppable announcement of time watch
As the horse never been fatigued of rolling through the historic chain
And a dizzy mind full of unattainable dreams!
Why these flows of time never linger despite my anecdotic emotions?

Within my appease of getting nothing but crushed,
I keep searching the right course of life in the horizon like a blind sailor!
Alas! Is this the dead end of the sky?
While your earth choked me again-
I found breathing space under the wings of beloved mother,
And I recognized the portal of her blind spite in harsh time ridicule-
Just after recognizing the existence of myself!

Shopnil Mahmud

Shopnil Mahmud

A software engineer with avid interest on any form of arts and philosophy. Likes to write codes for a living and poetry for the soul. Currently residing in Toronto, originally from Bangladesh.

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