Kiss and freedom
What do you see?
—The brightness of light?
—What are you touching?
—His face; incoherent efflulgent chin,
Green smooth forest, flavored violet Crape-myrtle,
Flower of water hyacinth bathed in dew;
Both of our time, overwhelmed,
Kissing, warm hygro soft
shy and shameless beauty of uncommon civilization
Our diverse freedom;
We get in love, in war and in post-war pain,
The hope of salvation
Accumulate by nibbling in the heart mail box,
Expectation from head to foot;
—How much moving ahead
By cutting the tar like dark?
— Whom are you beholding in front?
Like the dreams of blonde teen.
Whom are you calling beside?
18.08.2004; Custom chowk, Kushtia, Bangladesh.
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