Musfiq us shaleheen

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

I Don’t Know Why Those Happen


That missing song plays by thee
Catch and hold me certainly
Train passage away and crossed
those stations then I missed all paths
A game played my lord with me
Shadow-light and dark all through
I submerged with those but never
die as he wished at part of the game
The unknown shadow blows again-
All those roses bloom at the same time
White-pink-black and Red-
May be meaningful but blood flows
through the dance floor-
Moon reclines at dark and smoke
Birds are searching for feed through-
a blind and fake barren field, but
I don’t know why those happen-

-Shaleheen,18th April,2013

Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013

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  • Nader Baheri (4/23/2013 5:38:00 AM)

    very powerful mind you have.
    only Lord knows why this happened as he doesnt want us to be dead under the passions.~nb (Report) Reply

  • Payal Parande (4/20/2013 5:53:00 AM)

    some say, some hear, some watch, some just think, but people like you write........i am astonish by this piece it is remarkable sir....bravo

    thank you for sharing (Report) Reply

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