If You Forget It Won't Come

these all were the paths went away to the endless edge of the heart these all were the gilded paths under the black-white clouds with the dawn autumnal breeze these all were the paths of the bed of maple leaves, red rose petals with the newborn baby spike-grasses these all were paths with the untold wandering by hearing the warm greeting songs of tailor birds these all were paths of the silent rhythm of whispering among the thick green forestry trees oh; gone away, gone away now these all paths are, the oblivion mind has rubbed out, the forgetfulness has removed all o no, no, won't come back the smiling happy love to these eradicated paths as like before....... -July 07,2019 Chattogram