I M R U L K A Y E S
The stormy night breaks up the silence of the night
The thundery sky flashes the violent wings of desire
I wake up trembling in fear.
The sky flashes, the wind slashes, clashes the thoughts in mind.
With a passionate call - ‘Oh, my dear!’,
She knocks the door, I could hear
May I love you?
She pushes the question in.
‘No.’- The answer backs her from a stormy sin.
23 August 2008
Khulna.
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