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Everyone sat in rows
In the hands of everyone,
Writing his own poetry
They were reading again
Will recite

Then I was a young poet
My poems were formed
By the faces and eyes
Rain stung like
My pen was flowing as wild
As a vigorous stream

In front,
Sitting too many famous poet
Not too aged,
Writing judged
Equal to the hills of Fame
Expanding their scope as the sea
Many ahead of his time
A lot of poetry grew them legend

I will read the poem in front of them
Vibrating my heart and hands,
Throat was dry
Remembering the words of Robert Frost,
"And Miles to go before I sleep"
As if,
Repeatedly I touched
The new Spirit,
The Flame in the body
And the poem that would accelerate

It was a festival
Nothing else
Soundly a great festival of poetry
There so many poets came from
In Country and Abroad

I guessed,
I guessed
I have to recite my own
Should do at least once
Should do at least once

@Musfiq us shaleheen

let's play a game
where i call it love
and you call it something else

both of us losing while we win
you call it beauty
and i call it sin

we pretend always is the same as today
but 'us' and 'forever' go their separate ways

Hey, it's been quite a while. I reluctantly came across your number, I haven't deleted it yet. I should though. I really shouldn't hold on to the past like a nutcase. Problem is, I can't keep you off my mind. I've tried all sorts of distractions but I can't stop missing you.
Time is never on our side. It will be 3 years and 21 days today since that tragic day. I've tried to call and text you before. But the messages are left unsent and the calls go directly to voicemail. Your mom still pays for your phone, y'know. She wants to hear your voice over and over again through your voicemails. I do too, but the beep after your voice snaps me back to reality.
You're not here anymore. And I know if you are here, you'd smack my arm and tell me to quit being a sap. But gosh, I can't. I miss you. I miss you so much, and I just wish you were able to be right next to me. I've tried everything I could to be selfish and forget you. But I am hopeless and helpless and I feel pathetic and sick and you're my only freaking cure. Nothing else can save me. Please, please come back. Somehow, I just want you to be here with me. I didn't think things would turn out like this and clearly sleeping next to your grave everyday has made me go insane.
I just, I just can't let you go. Quit messing with my head, okay? Come back. I can't go on without you. I am a lost case without you. I am a mess without you. I just can't keep you off my mind. You are my only anti-depressant.
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I'm afraid of being hurt,
so why do I continue to cause
myself pain.

Has your heart ever been broken?          
Have you had your chest ripped open?
                Do you know what it's like to collapse,
      To fall to the floor begging why?
   Have you called and texted and written,
Waiting for a nonexistent reply?          
                  When you've watched them back away,
                   Have you reached out, cried out "Stay?"
Has your heart ever been broken,        
      It's unsteady beats left for you as a token?
      Have you ever been like me,      
Waiting to heal, to feel free?