The Sun Is Different Here Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

The Sun Is Different Here



The sun is different here,
Because of you,
Who makes me proud, my dear,
By God this is true.

Craving for your touch the air sets in motion,
When it senses your presence,
I in the vein of Iago get a bit green,
You know I can't endure and get pretty tense.

You are only mine, I'll even slap death,
If it dares to take you away, ‘my breath'.

Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Md. Ziaul Haque

Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh
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