Cruel You Poem by Nazmul Hasan sohag

It was a lonely road, it was a shiny day
I was waiting for you, under a dying tree
It wasn't friday, it wasn't a busy day
But I was there, like a water hunter.

After a long distance of time, a car or rickshaw was passing through
I was feeling the killing of time, i was feeling the heart beat of mine
I was sure that you will come
But at last i thought, you are not gained
You are lost from mine.

It was cruel you didn't come.