To Love
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Muzahidul Reza
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To Love
May 31, 2019
O, love! O, you, virtuous dear!
Where are you? Being so far!
You cannot send me flower!
Even sweet odor via swift air. - - - - 4
O, love! O, dear! You are!
How far? Over there, where?
Being far I'm hated, I'm deprived,
I'm hurt hard, I'm wounded. - - - - - 8
Here people are seriously fighting
One another scolding, killing;
They are absolutely abused
Completely and foolishly lost. - - - - 12
My heart is breaking thousands
My soul is howling promiscuous
They're frightening; self is moaning
Existence is crying, I am dying. - - - - 16
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