[03] Chocolate Afternoon Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq

That was our moment— your hair on my face
Falling gently as dream— now it is the yesterday

No sun there into room— only a breezy cool framework
Backed our assorted brain— that always I recapitulate

On that ladder of charm— my lips tapped the flower
With spongy soggy kiss— now which I really miss

On that chocolate afternoon— love sweated inside torso
Your tender hands replied— that is today crucial wound

That was our moment— no sun there into room
On that ladder of charm— on that chocolate afternoon