I, myself an obstruct face
even a tiny creature can fly
can't mocked never but how long
her face will be absent
seasons then cry when winter flowers
lost their breathing space
anchor my ship again to my mother’s hope
thou love flows to ocean
mountains are weathered
not there was any tree but lonely one
colors are changing over
except the soul murmuring the old
see the new one glee
glisten as a rolling stone under sea and lost
and come back again
to home inside a blue green algae can born -

@Musfiq us shaleheen