Musfiq us shaleheen

Silver Star - 4,064 Points (31st, December,1970 / Khulna, Bangladesh)

Musfiq us shaleheen Poems

161. Only The Blue Sky 5/20/2014
162. Overcoat 2/1/2016
163. Peace Poem Burns 2/1/2016
164. Pearl Dew 8/15/2014
165. Perfection 8/11/2014
166. Petals In A Poem's Fold 7/11/2014
167. Poem Of Pain 8/15/2014
168. Poetry 7/16/2014
169. Poetry Pages Flying Never Before Or After In The 2/8/2015
170. Polar Wandering 12/29/2013
171. Pollination Poetry 1/23/2017
172. Prisoner 4/23/2015
173. Prophecy 1/15/2014
174. Purple Hope 1/12/2016
175. Purples Are Deep Divine 4/1/2015
176. Rhythm Of Change 11/8/2012
177. Romantic Torment 9/28/2013
178. Romanticism Of Creation History 7/26/2016
179. Say, So Solo Soul 5/21/2014
180. School Song-Haiku 11/12/2012
181. Scratches On The Disc 11/29/2014
182. Season Fallen 3/10/2014
183. Seeking Love 12/7/2013
184. September Rain 9/23/2014
185. Several Lyrics 2/15/2014
186. Shadow And Dark 12/28/2013
187. Shadows Are Going Down 10/2/2013
188. She 9/16/2015
189. Shells Of Strata 4/25/2014
190. Sign Of Sigh 4/24/2015
191. Silence And Peace 1/8/2014
192. Silence! 1/17/2016
193. Silhouette 9/14/2015
194. Sleep Apart 6/21/2014
195. Smell Of Wet Tanned Trots 6/30/2016
196. So Far 2/6/2016
197. Soft Pore 7/26/2015
198. Songs Of End Evening 3/28/2016
199. Songs Of Farewell 11/18/2015
200. Songs Of Rain 8/6/2014
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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If I Look Back

If I look back
A black rose come on wet tears of streams
And she took off
In the womb of evening tide

If I look back
An old dusty city
Rows of abandoned cars, houses
And a raven stands on the rotten piles of rubbish

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