• bintulislam 6w

    Far away, in the city of love,
    All i want , is to go there.
    Rest under the foot of hills,
    Hide behind the high peaks
    Apollo! Shall I Seek,
    Night full of stars
    And cross the lake in a ferry,
    To reach the city,
    And meet the love.
    Bouquet of roses,
    In my hand.
    Nomadic in the countryside,
    Tell him I am in wanderlust,
    Universe will sing though,
    Lovelife of Five years of Us.
    I would step,
    On the path, leading to him,
    Though stricken with pain.
    I will bear the stings,
    As you are the honey,
    A cure, to all wounds.
    Shall we meet,
    In the Meadows of Gulmarg?
    Or in the narrows of tulips?
    Or on the banks of Jhelum?
    Or in Gardens of Mughal?
    Take me off anywhere,
    As thy could remove the blemishes,
    And all my sores,
    Out of pores.
    These years, i find in you,
    A friend, and a mate!
    Love, how could i meet the words,
    That would speak on my behalf,
    A Narrative inside.
    Though, your heart carries,
    A list of complaints,
    I am all ready,
    Set me in the prison,
    Of your heart,
    For more years,
    For a decade
    For long long years!
    Speak to me,
    Stay not mute,
    Thy voice carries a sound,
    My Heart needs to beat.
    Shall I hide you in my bosom?
    As you are the blossom of April.
    Shall i hide you from all seasons,
    As you are beautiful,
    Like the celestial bodies.
    Thy Eyes talk to me,
    Dreams of happiness,
    Dreams of blessings.
    Don't you go anywhere,
    From my eyes,
    Don't you walk, the paths alone,
    Carry me, along with you,
    In thy Heart,
    In thy being.
    Thus, two Souls,
    In a Single frame!


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    Shall we meet,
    In the Meadows of Gulmarg?
    Or in the narrows of tulips?
    Or on the banks of Jhelum?
    Or in Gardens of Mughal?
    Take me off anywhere,
    As thy could remove the blemishes,
    And all my sores,
    Out of pores.

    ©bintulislam