Life is woven into the fabric.
**A Tapestry of Loss and Longing**
Life is woven into the fabric.
______By Aranna Hasan Delwar.
It still makes my tongue water when I see it
I still stand in front of the mirror with kajal on my eyes
Guji flowers are still blooming
In the spring, I dress in a new way
Only you are not found on the side.
I couldn't be someone's lover even today
No one calls by any new name
Nobody reads poetry in the half-light of the evening,
A lot of confusion surrounds me
Sadness has taken away the beautiful moments.
After you are gone, I cherish the emptiness in my heart
Life is like a plastered wall
It lost its color after you left
I am alive, as the Char Jaga river lives.
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Absolutely beautiful. You are digging deeper and it is reflective in your work. Congratulations 💐
This was so poignant. Loved your poem!