~~
All had been removed
one by one
Take all!
But do not take away this little light
Open the window
Let the wind come

I will not protest any day
will not say against you
Even when I got empty I do not want to
Those yellow crops,
Fertile barren fields
all yours

Do not want to
Never ask you for anything expensive

But in return
I want to see those yellow marigolds,
The silver moonlit of the lonely moon
And a newly bloomed red rose,
The aroma of gardenia in the air
For my awaiting beloved,
So Let the wind come

I'll give you more!
The Hidden gold pitcher of my grandma,
The Saved Silver coin of my ancestor,
Gold, precious locket,
Antics-
The Diamond Crown
– All -

But want to return
My beloved's smile which has taken from
The golden shining day where I had left her
The very Sweet Southern wind where my Spring plays
My lost grasshopper

Lost love Song
My mother's simple smile,
The paper boats of my springtime,
My grandma's fairytale
And a piece of open sky where I take a little breath

Where my kites of dreams fly
Dances with Seven colors of love
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

Hey!
you called that day?
Sorry I could not talk
was out for a silent walk.

The tree was cut,
to them it seemed alright, but
I felt the pain
seeing those buildings, price of human gain

The little boy had to sit
in evening, lamps were lit.
As I walked along the road
inside, by the window, saw him getting bored.

We want more milk,
we are nothing but of the same ilk,
It has become so difficult for the cow
what to eat, where to graze I wonder how?

Disturbed, frustrated, we are full of problems and anger
due to less of green, the most soothing colour
Its time for repair, to resurrect
me and you, my friend, to nature we must connect

So!
I had a talk
with nature on the silent walk
planted trees, in the earth deep
and then in my house at peace, i could sleep.

Too often, what many perceive as love
is merely attraction
Attraction will fade
love will grow stronger