[03] Grief
When the kites fly in the sky
Like lovely tall ladies
A dark cloud extends
To the north-west horizon
Unseen aroma of pollen
Still spreads desire like magician
Exists like happiness
Without length width or height
But grief cuts heart
With a silent scissor
As soft like marmalade
As sour as tamarind
Is the grief final
As the death
For one and all
For living and non-livings
Poem 07
Book 'Affluent Love- The Silent Killer' February 2012
Copyright Writer
Adarsha Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 978-984-8875-33-9
poem by Ashraful Musaddeq
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