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Published : Thursday, 11 July, 2019 at 12:00 AM  Count : 499
Tanisha  Mahmud Salam

There was a time when rain came heavily all night.
There was a peculiar grace in the mysterious novels,
The cup was filled with black coffee;
I heard the chirping of birds in the distant woods
The sun was rising calmly,
And got a color bright.

Yet, some of the other days,
I spent time with my lonely soul
Dejected, yet unbreakable.
Sometimes the cup had not a single drop of coffee in it;
The sun covered its brightness in a stole of the starry night.
Finally all the colors of nature merged into one surprise.

Department of English and Humanities, University of Liberal Arts Bangladesh



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