The Frozen Passion

Poem By Md. Joynal Abedin

Each morning, The frozen dew drop
To be fallen at your feet
To feel the fragrance
Of your cool and dying passion
Only that
With a flame of ice
Could enlighten the stubborn heart
Each morning,
A herd of memories
Should fly like the wave of the sea
To whisper in to your ears
Those words
This could burn your concealing instincts
Each morning,
To reset it,
And to beset the heart in a fertile land
Each morning,
A shower of frozen wind
Should climb up to your lips
To seek me silently
For feeling the passion of aching joy

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My austere eyes strand,
To bifurcate my passion,
From where we stand.
We start the journey,


I see your beautiful eyes
Look aside me with fear.
Scares to captivate the mind,
That powers to snatch


Each morning,
The dew is falling around,
It falls on the field and ground,
Musking the leaves of the trees stood alone,

Dewy Morning

Each morning the dew drop
To be fallen at my love's feet,
To feel the glory of her memories
With the fullest spirit of gloss,


I want you to remember one thing
If you be oblivion to refresh your life,
In an incredible happiness,
I'll recall you silently to comprehend