The Letter
This is letter, an autumnal leaf from the abode heart
There are many alphabets, many words, many sentences
There are immense desire, fragrant emotions
There are dyed intoxicated soul, delightful idol of you
Everything there are sermonizing the speech of you
This your are none but the soul, my soul of love
But sometimes I lose this highlighted letter
I see myself being idolized in the very distant past
Again sometimes see I’m the sound of supreme being
That's why
In this wordy statements,
In this actionable confessions,
in this realistic presence
I can't find myself
Cause- there is you
This your are none but the soul, my soul of love
Yes, sometimes where I feel
Love is eternal young,
ever powerful
when it lives in control
there another time same I feel
Love is savage, heartless killer
when can't control it
oh! What a terrible power of love has
when it crosses its limitation then it kills all
In fear of being killed
In one winter morning
In the foggy grave
with the tears of falling dreams
The lifeless spirit lives as a corpse
On the letter which cut into pieces
20.09.2020 Chattogram
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