Dear life!
You are a story of mystery.I know not how long shall I be able to read you.But I wanna read you
Till I fall asleep.
I know well before farewell
I am unable to solve any mystery.
But I wanna read you everyday.
Reading is a pleasurable thing to me.
Though there is waiting and boredom,
There is emptiness,darkness of innocence,solitude and hopelessness,
emty pages cry for words,
Pages seem endless;
I retell you every day.
I write you everyday.
You are my joy,
You are my sorrow,
You are my yesterday,
You are my now.
You are my morrow.
Copyright :Biplab Chowdhury, India
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