She was like the beautiful flowers; oh more than that, moon, sun……. imaginative heaven, perhaps more these all. She was with good health with two girls children and husband. Good family was there. The sun as usual comes to shine her residential building. The river stream is in pregnant flowing with a floating rhythm of boatman flute playing. Daily life was there fair though I was hardly visitor of her conjugal life. Now the home is full of mother-less child crying.
Tears weather
Feared every earth lane
Dark heart cries
16.06.2020 Chattogram
Sadness! ! ! Life and death. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A deeply moving and poignant poem. Life and death have their own course. Death can come in a beautiful and bountiful life. Beautifully crafted and well executed.
you say ur 34 but look 24 and no more for how long will you saty at 34 lets wish u a birthday be sure
A lovely life yet meeting cruel future or sometimes we have such a terrible dream..Beautifully penned 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written haibun poem. Simply impressive....10+++