Musfiq us shaleheen

Veteran Poet - 1,065 Points (31st, December,1970 / Khulna, Bangladesh)

Musfiq us shaleheen Poems

121. The Dark Flees 8/5/2014
122. The Divine Strings 10/14/2014
123. The Heart That Seeking Love 10/26/2013
124. The Language Of Birds 3/25/2015
125. The Loser 1/31/2014
126. The Lost Spring 2/11/2014
127. The Origin Of Life And Earth 4/16/2013
128. The Poet Comes And Recites An Immortal Poem 1/25/2015
129. The Poet's Beloved 8/24/2014
130. The Rain's Shadow 9/2/2014
131. The Ultimate Way To 2/26/2015
132. Thousands Of Dreams And A Lost Love 12/27/2014
133. Thy Unfolded Beauty 9/12/2014
134. Time Out Of Mind 11/10/2012
135. Time You Old Friend Can'T Catch Up 1/10/2015
136. Too Late 7/16/2014
137. Too Tough 11/11/2014
138. Walking In The Rain 6/24/2014
139. When Don'T Care 11/11/2014
140. When Words Moving The Tongue In Motion 3/7/2015
141. Whispering The Words On The Street Goes Through 3/8/2015
142. Winter 1/10/2014
143. Without Living Mine 8/15/2014
144. Words Chosen For Love 7/21/2014
145. Yesterday And Today 11/12/2013
146. You Are Not Mine Anymore.... 12/13/2013
147. You Can'T Stop Words 11/11/2014
148. Your Form Of Mystery 2/8/2015
149. বৈশাখ -new- 4/15/2015
Best Poem of Musfiq us shaleheen

The Lost Spring

This day you left me
And spring lost its flower forever
At early spring, young called never
Again in a low silent day,
I heard the crisping of a lost grasshopper

In a black and white glow dream
Far away from the silky moon sprung
There birds feathers were oping with high delicate
Though Pale petals were losing their pixel with pleasant
But the high divine melody colored the deep purple

Then another high spring fallen to light purple
Yellow flowers bloom on her pale face again
At Night mild murmur cools the heart of the passionate
And the ...

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Rhythm Of Change

So wired connection,
malfunction and volatile society-
Even though the darkness,
future written by Satan
You feel, not even a morning,
I listen a bird whistling-
but still try to walk on winter dew,
wish to run on rain when cats and dogs,
chaos raises and makes demand to change,

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