You!
_____By Aranna Hasan Delwar.
What you call rain is not rain
my tears
And what you call fountain, it is actually
River flowing through my chest.
You call it volcanic lava
It is the clotted blood of my wounded heart.
What you call drought is my burning
thirsty mind
If you listen to my chest -
The sound of huge hammers can be heard
Which is constantly tearing me apart.
With a piece of frozen water in hand
When you feel cold
Then my scared body sweats alone
fear of losing you
What you call light, align yourself with that light, it is not light-
That is the fire that burns my dreams.
What you call moon astrology,
That is the apple of my eye.
©Aranna Hasan Delwar.
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