POEM

A Blue Bird
Golam Kibria

There is a blue bird in my heart
Stretching hand, tweeting dawn till dusk,
Admiring me with her chest;I perceive it
Yes,I do. All the rest are mixed in the dark.
She is an addiction,apart me from
The rest of the world
We betrothed to sum up.
Since then, my bad days have started
“Frailty, thy name is women”

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