(21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)

Life Of A Song-Bird

When a song-bird
gets tired
of singing love-songs, then
the bird does not remain
a song-bird more.

Therefore
twenty four hours I sing,
I am singing,
And I will sing for you, my rose.
This way my life will go and goes.

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An excellent love-song. Real poem.