Hakikur Rahman

Apathetic wind






Floating in the air, the windy breeze
All the tears and smiles were gone.

Like the mist
Floating my memories
The torn wire of the harp
Speech of consciousness
Gave me a summon.

With anxiety, kept the door open
Sit in excitement
Relaxed! Never knew
Hold tight the stir again
Hanging in my neck, the loser’s chain.

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