Appetite Poem by Delwar Hossain

As no appetite in feast on
I'm not so disconsolate
As you deem me to be dime to see thelaugh of dried lips.
At the shelter of nearness like magic,
The stone melting got mixed in the salty water of sea.
Have you seen her secret disgrace, intolerable aphony screams,
How many fascinating new doors you open
At the touch of artistic dodge.
You seem to keep the alternative keys in the breast pocket.
I fathom not the calculation of math,
Yet, am not so foolish as much as simplicity
I won't find out abstruse behind despite having your cruel connivance.
Do you hear my defeated breathing,
Your name only exists in her air of displeasure.
Equal to life at a long seperation burnt in wailing,
Another name to survive is freedom.