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A little say to you, my darling
You don't come and love me
I can't commit you as because,
I am not alone, I loved thee -
A millions of patriotic heart
are hopefully waiting for me,
And I have been hearing thee
voices from dawn to till night -
They are calling me as slam-bang
with a same lyric and melody,
As like as a national anthem
is sang as sonorous by together thee,
Darling, I can love you if you love thee
If you come and go with me there
and sing a song what they are singing,
I commit you that I will be with you
forever and ever -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
This is a commitment of one lover to his /her darling with some condition where love makes the ultimate commitment with a larger perception.


*You wrote a romantic love poem
that loved you and me
like the flower and bee
and all this poured at the dreaming May

Now I write a sad love poem
that is again calling you, my love
and I build a tragic epitaph of love
May be it will be the end of my gleaming May

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Love come to me in its romantic mode and lost with its sad,
but reminded me the gleaming of Spring ...
Which moon you have taken?
Crescent, half, full moon
or the dark one -

I think,
Crescent is the hope
As it tries to move you -

A half moon,
As if you are in half a way,
You should be pushed to drive rest -

The full moon,
As if the first love is dancing in the moon
And you are kissing

And the dark one,
You are drinking alone the beauty
When your love is whispering -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
the life cycle of moon represent the time of life as we are passing,
I think moon attract us says in so many ways
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*Songs tempt me very
Poetry makes me crazy
As if, the drugs I have taken
As if, I have lost and found you again
May be it's an illusion,
And it has grown me as a Rock,
Rocking all those to be rocked
Even my strength has grown as if,
I can make your pain,
That to be torn,
Turn to be a stone
And I can crack your cry
Again those yells have made me
An empty isle -

///

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
tears to be torn,turn to be a rock as if my life runs and I grew as a rock
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When I can no more
depend on my moon
to shine heart and heaven

Pen and poetry sleeping
beside me, not even a
wee word further coming

Red roses growing grey
with days, my eyes shut
for the last time

When my heart beats
seeming slow with time,
the last leaf falling from the tree

When the final bell rings for me
can I call you?

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Love ................................
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