The winds are doing beguiling tricks,
soft breeze become warm.
I am waiting for beautiful tomorrow,
doing solitary bath in dews.
It’s like thousand years to walk.
Yet my eyes consist with full of dreams.
Unbearable difficult to live leaving you.
Hidden breath in folded heart to bloom.
By Arifur Rahman Khan.
guys it's a peom written by me on 29th of november 2006. Please give me your honest opinion.
nice one!!!
ReplyDeleteRobindronath and Micheal Modhusudon came to England and wrote poems....you are following their path, i guess. Anyway nice one.
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