Sayeed Abubakar (21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)
After one hundred years
who will read this poem composed in tears,
remember, friends, on this day of three twelves
we swore by God dedicating us to ourselves
we will love like no others loved before;
and touching us we swore
we will die loving each other this way.
12.12.2012 on this very day
we have loved as though we were flower and bee; and on your
12.12.2112 you all will love too sure.
On that day, o friends, remember for one moment our love;
like you, we had sung a love-song here on earth me and my dove.
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