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Musfiq us shaleheen

(31st, December,1970 / Khulna, Bangladesh)

A Cuckoo Cry For A Young Spring


Color matrix of season, come and go
As tears to shine, rainy to spring-
He could not judge time but happened
South breeze came slowly, he opened window
Bed of roses, a dream boon, cuckoo sang
Essence of roses captured love and sex
Amour of Inspiration as rainbow merriment

Suddenly colors consumed and devoured by dark
An owl calling for unknown reason
Cyclone flourishing and flowing through open window
Certainly it mounts at heart with stressed,
Rebounding his heart elasticity-
Now twisted, fractured and finally ruptured,
Resultant elastic wave as molted lava

On the other hand-
She is feeling winter wind from north
Closed window tightly,
Received a new love letter from spring
A diamond ring fixed with ring finger
Hold her breath for a new dream and desire
Love, sex, hypocrisy -
Forgotten past and future-

Now -
He is taking a race with star and moon
Sweating and running, gathering frustration
Lining his eyes towards twilight horizon
A cuckoo cry for a young spring-
Fragmented autumnal cloud glowing his mind and heart
Fragmented emotions beget passionate mother love!
Decays of burning desire!

- Shaleheen 7th January,2012

Submitted: Tuesday, January 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, January 08, 2013

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A cuckoo cry for a young spring-
Fragmented autumnal cloud glowing his mind and heart
Fragmented emotions beget passionate mother love!
Decays of burning desire!

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  • Hazel Durham (1/9/2013 5:19:00 AM)

    Amazing vibrancy, charisma exploding into powerful emotions, unleashed with the rich colours and atmosphere of the changing seasons, ignites to burning desire! !
    Excellent write! (Report) Reply

  • Vivek Tiwari (1/8/2013 8:13:00 PM)

    Conflict of seasons! Actual fact is that we are not really blessed with those gifts of Nature as we were before coz the human being for the last 700 years has been disturbing her sole heart and the result is that the earth is endangered and poets crave for Nature. Goodly written. Thanks to share. (Report) Reply

  • Sallam Yassin (1/8/2013 12:33:00 PM)

    fantastic
    passionate
    cycle of love life and time
    colored with paints of mothers love
    well done (Report) Reply

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