Whispers of the Weather -Nazmul Hasan
Each drop is tearing my world apart
Shaded cloudy sky’s gazing at my eyes
With every breath I’m lightening my heart
Blazing thunders retaliate my sighs.
Whimsical breeze whispers to me
I stand alone and listen to its miseries,
Faraway somewhere I see a man standing
Looking out for his cattle who’re docile under trees.
A glimpse of nostalgia I felt
A meek silence within my own self
How far I’ve come to this world of relics?
How much I’ve suffered as if the weather mimics.
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