Musfiq us shaleheen

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

A Death Feeling


Passage departs every instant till death
I gratify to hold dear with earth's comeliness-
Oh! My darling red rose florescence's for you!
Is it the ease cadence of one else?
I have an err of passion while I will hit the road-
Oh! God how roses become fade!
Could you conceit?
Oh! God how much credence I grasp from you! !
Benevolence - Amour-Inspiration!
Time and tide hasten so zippy-
Thine devotion should be ended very soon.

-Shaleheen,7th December,2012

Submitted: Thursday, December 06, 2012
Edited: Friday, June 13, 2014

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I have an err for passion when I will hit the road-
Oh! God how roses become fade!
Could you conceit?

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