Treasure Island

Musfiq us shaleheen

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

Missing And Burning


You caught my sight-
The pale face that was searching peace
Reminds me the lonely candle burning in the dark
The high dark! even crosses over the long light

Again another night-
In a high winter when dews drops on my thought
Reminds me the moon that kissed and charmed my son's face
The high flow! even crosses over my mind

My mind, my soul twisted with pain
Roles and roles again and again
Missing and burning as the time and the candle
When the wall divided the rules of the love-

- Shaleheen,28th January,2014

Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 28, 2014
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missing and burning - the dark pain

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