The heart —
The heart is red rose
It grows up gradually
Spread it’s petals
Spread it’s fragrances
For a dreamy land—
Heart is full of love
Heart wants to touch all sites
The falling snow
The bloating water
All are heart’s thirst—
Sometimes for a confusion
Heart loses it’s lively rhythms
Drops of blood
From the heart
Always shed
For your lovely earth
Don’t forget
Heart is the best
The precious treasure
Without that
Nothing can exit
With utmost care
(C) Afrose Saad, BD
2nd October’21
