Deep in the Night
I M R U L K A Y E S
Deep
in the night when you come in
I
get a nostalgic fragrance.
Worm-eaten
past, rotten memory diverted, distorted breasts.
Beckoning
me to the dark, to gratify the lust
You
bestow me your rented properties.
I remain busy only mending my conscience.
Offering me, you want to
compensate your ingratitude.
Gatherings of happy days, stolen kisses, innocence romance
Bubbles of teenage fantasy
Trinkets of immature loves, robbed off unfold heart.
How can I accept you mending my conscience?
25 May 20117
Khulna
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