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On the way

Published : Saturday, 19 October, 2019 at 12:00 AM  Count : 678
Tahmid Wasit

For those three months
I haven't seen your sight.
Still along the whole night
My love is waiting.

Fast, too fast,
The trees are passing by.
From the passing car,I close my eyes,
To feel that - my love is waiting.

During this long time,
My face became pale, a bit scorched.
Still to see me, she never minds,
For me, on the doorway, my mom is waiting.

The poet is a student of Barishal Cadet College
On the way

On the way




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