A sudden whim

The lonely night is stretching

Under the unsteady weather of march

The dogs of this corner are sleep away

And the exotic esoteric flute goes on

They are harmonizing like a hundred of dogs crying

The people in front of the TV screen scattered suddenly

As the Bangladesh won their another consecutive  victory

I’m little dishearten about my future within the strong winds

It goes sometimes gusty and dampened

The memories are buzzing through the window

Its mesmerizing my painful cold

“You got cold son take a sleep”-

It has remembered dad’s voice suddenly!

A sudden whim!


3rd march, 2016


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