Our Loving Shrine

here the child grassy leaf dancing her body, blowing sweetest breeze here the crystal drop of water with the ripple of near river smiling and flowing towards silently here the shapeless winds whisper each other about your attendance here the unknown birds flying too high; the bees coming with honey to hive here the ants running on one mound to another mound here the Lilac, Azalea, Forsythia dancing with butterfly here butterflies are flower and these flower flap wings to sky here You and me into ONE soul of eternity under the broken epitaph of unity here climbing plant shrubs wrap us as shroud; here we with no any traveler but with natural disaster moments after moments silently passing the time in our loving shrine -May 12,2019 Chattogram