Lonely Gallinule Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

Lonely Gallinule



In the midnight the Gallinule that plays bugle
It is much weak in the sum of love.
Its eyes are dried in melancholy
It didn't take pure lesson from the grammar of water.
The stars as interpreter make it hear consolation
Yet its heart is burnt in agony.

Saturday, August 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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