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