Late Love

Autumnal period of lyric comes never to me Entrapped I'm in the stars wave when dreamed Serene touch of the catkins I've gone the field Looking for you but a grave of love there was The door of the moon was open when I've listened to the song of Yamuna flowing full with water-jar on her waist The cotton candy imported my heart to hoard The late autumn cherry; but the galaxy path bathed In the yellow dimension of severance Fallen down the Sakura blooms on the talon of my nightmare Scattered my heartbeat was on the kiss of late coming deer 01.09.2020 Chattogram