Love is like that.
___By Aranna Hassan Delwar.
Insulted in different ways
with much care,
Even then, the naughty mind finds you again
In the streets or streets of the city
In the crowd of the book fair, in the chat of fine arts
Inside the crowd at TSC junction.
My dreams are almost dead today
The cry of the burning people
Have you ever heard?
My heart cries so much today
every moment
This is a cruel gift of love
I am my soul.
How much soil cracks in the summer heat
How dry is the river water?
It carries even hotter heat
my tender heart
Everything inside is getting burnt.
It's better if you don't live
Why did you hold hands and say you will be by my side forever?
You dreamed with your head on your chest
At the same time, you flew me into the sky of dreams.
Today I am flying like a spun kite
Towards an uncertain future without an address.
Your dreams don't let me sleep
Does not allow to sit still
An unknown disease is eating me up.
Love is like that, the heart burns like embers
Find that beloved face
Whose humiliation is my heart.
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