The articulation of gesture

I remember you clasping, Roses were showing pity
The articulation of gesture
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I remember you clasping

Roses were showing pity,

Agony of my heart was beating

You made me pretty.

Your smile continuously nagging

You left me in an unfertile desert,

No water, no rain, most people died

I am alive on those scarlet lips.

Jahidul Hassan,

Hajo

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