Don't Trust People,
Who Tell You Other People's " SECRET"
TRUST ME.
"In the melancholic piano, the fingers dance, Recognizing the tune of the song, The words have been lost, Perhaps I have forgotten!
By Md. Shakil Khan2 years ago in Poets
For a little light Unborn; There was a thirst, No water at all There was no overlap! Yet as it does in thirst The anxious body wants water,
I keep my words sent in the air, You open the window and read Very carefully secretly. I break poetry and write songs
Cloud after cloud comes in the dark why sit me down Alone beside the door. Eyes meet in the distant sky Only I look;
In the heart of the holy land, we dream, Where Al Aqsa's grace shall brightly gleam, Join the queue, the faithful cry,
A story is yours and mine stay private Let no one know that we are two Who, when, became who! Who wrote poetry for whom?
My window is open Dust flies in my story, Today 'you' are after me You are so messed up. Happiness weaves my story You live in another fantasy.
I want you to stay In this chest as an illusion, Caught in love My two eyes! i want you You stay in and out, Keep it up
Who will go before whom? Who will go back? What happens in the calculations? My thoughts are mixed. Children also leave early-
What is better than sleep is peace. Wake up, be in peace, If there is joy in the heart. A little smile is the beginning of peace.
You are at the end of the night sleepy bird, You are just the dawn Mind is the bud of awakening. You are in my heart
Desire is the cause of death Always a secret. No one will understand his mind One who willingly embraces death. Except the four walls
