Listen to me more
When I’m in the maze of malady
Read more about me
When I write my rants on a sheet of paper
Save me O’ benevolent souls
When I’m drowning down the pool of despair
Align my altered aims and disheveled dreams
As they are segregated so haphazardly
Pay ears to my silence
As it speaks my heart’s inner rumblings with utter certainty

My poor being is like a dense shadowy tree
Has endured many storms and scorching summer noons
Growing with all essence with a bridge of assurance

O’ scribble larks !
I’m not lurking all alone
Penning poignantly to strike a balance…

(C) Mir Samsul Haque
All Rights Reserved


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