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[03] Unkind April
You left me and I had nothing to hold
I have only vomited pain to bathroom
I am here and you are there at home
I had nothing to do or say to anything
You may need but still I demand you
Kindly pour me baby as an ice-cream
I have lost my brain and soul in April
I can not sleep sound during nights
Just a finger which I could not drink
I have kept that desire into chest-drawer
With my Elizabeth Arden after flatten
But in this non-aromatic crack of dawn
A sharp kitchen knife became equipped
On my breakfast table to sliver musing
‘No' have sprouted from zero to bloom
Infeasibility— April is unkind like you
poem
by
Ashraful Musaddeq
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