The Love
I M R U L K A Y E S
Touching the fertile soil, I’ve touched your heart
Why don’t you believe me, dear?
If you look at my eyes
Your eyes express the truth… you certainly love me
Why do you refuse the fact again and again?
On the bed, everything seems to be very close
My arms want to be attached to your body parts
If the wings swing the grasses, why don’t they want
so?
Fragrance is stored in rose, restless heart
Smell your body, won’t you get it, dear.
05 January 2014
Khulna, Bangladesh
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