AROMA by Arafat Hossain Puloq - HTML preview

Loveless love

Come the roar-

Roar you gear up the clouds.

The envelope of clouds white-

Or the clouds of autumn shots-

You the tricky lover-

View the sky you never lie-

I believe your story-

Emotive colors of blessed fades-

The deaden step up of high rays.

Love; what a word!

AROMA             2016

Love; what a sense!

Love the leaf of your love-

You will get the tremendous stock of belief-

How terrifying…

How obnoxious…

How pitiful the lying dots of nameless letter!

You want more-

More you face up.

How much love can make a sense?

How much passion a jot can unlace?

Emotion is wet drawers-

Emotion is colorless actually-

You cry…you shy…

Emotion there…emotion rare?

Not never.

Not ever the drunken look-

AROMA             2016

The humpy book-

Our mind is a book-

We write every moment carefully-

Sometimes carelessly.

Very tough it is to stop the flow of mind.

None can stop the flow-

If anyone can stop it-

It will be the fake sense.

In the history of gazing the field-

The green field of innocent mind we have-

Mind is a jar.

Put a flower there-

The flower of autumn-

The hazy white unbound free.

Catch a flaw-

You will be in the mirror of your own mind.

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Stress you fire-

Love the scene your own world-

Your world is a crimson colored autumn-

If you want it to be.

The woody love you spare you share-

The mind-blowing flute-

And the flute of cryptic conversation-

Realize you realize.

Why not direct I question the flute-

I have lost into the wide ocean of fair jingle.