Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Freedom

Where moist clouds are ginned upon wide floor of an azure sky
Where a mirthful forktail dances with an unnamed stream
Where the newborn Sun showers an orange smile upon grazing fields
Where fires of colours paint rainbow upon mountain crests
Where life walks on holding warm palms of joy and sorrow
Where expressions turn into whispers inside the soul
Where the finest tunes of the world take refuge in silence
There lies my freedom

Emon dine taare bola jay (এমন দিনে তারে বলা যায়)

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