A scorching heat Touched every moment of this birth, Coming day touched Passing through hands touched tomorrow Every seed, ankle, tree, plant Flower-leaf, fruit-touched That left me touching Everyone touched that wind
No one left the house untouched Fire contact Day, in months and years of bitter grief I kept boiling like water Beyond every logic One fourth age Past without boiling Where is happiness Like this has evaporated, Rita, wanders Filter sky Ahh! How tough ... what poach part of me! Fire around me Fire only part!
There is no happiness, no pleasure in boiling, But she has not woken up yet, she slept, She is waiting for time As the swaying steam picks up the lid! Now this fire keeps on burning, keep on burning Life continued to boil like this.
About the Creator
Md Feroz
Poet.

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