The
Song of Love
I M R U L K A Y E S
You can pick
out the bright heart from my chest
Circular pupil
of my eyes can be separated.
My strong,
brave legs can be cut off from my body
Which could tread
million miles in the battle field
My firm fleshy
hands can also be separated, because,
They’ve always
upheld the flag of victory for freedom.
But my love,
like soft green crops
Can never be
snatched away from my heart
As you can’t
separate the fragrance from a rose.
So, I’ll be singing the song of love even on the gallows.
13 September 2010
Khulna.
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