A moment indulged rough-and-tumble,
A new frustration bloomed
As a kite cut off when swing on air
Sandbars cut in the velocity of river
She went to honey moon,
My speed less time ceased and stuck
moving from fire to cold
At the end, spring moreover fade-out
Dream lies under disaster,
You will not come back again
Shadow clouds strikes on dark clouds,
Dream blended as ice to rain drops
Cats and dogs rain flooded,
over river flood plain
Clouds are spreading with,
firing through the sky, again and again -
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Sometimes I suppose to feel like this.