Floating in the air, the windy breeze
All the tears and smiles were gone.
Like the mist
Floating my memories
The torned wire of the harp
Speech of consciousness
Gave me a summon.
With anxiety, kept the door open
Sit in excitement
Relaxed! Never knew
Hold tight the stir again
Hanging in my neck, the loser’s chain.
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Author:
Hakikur Rahman (
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Comments1
firstly, what a great title!
and such brevity in your imagery:
'The torned wire of the harp'
(a great poem!
despair, worded so transparently and bravely pure
thanks for sharing, dear Poet)
Many thanks for the understanding. Best wishes.
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