Crow
You don't recognise fate until it is gone,
Same goes with love and privileges,
Listen to me 'Lover boy',
You have been wandering around the bush for a while, and there's a ambush, a predator waiting for you to grasp....
Now, tell me if you wanna hear my stories that I tell?!
Or, you wanna runaway in the woods to meet your death?!
I wrote three hundred love letters to you, and a thousand poems,
You haven’t checked them yet.....
You don't know what oracles these poems hide,
You might get hypnotized,
Blown out completely and infatuated in my affection,
As dearly I scribble love for you,
But, you seem ignorant!
You don't know how to comprehend soul's urge nor do you know how to dissect,
Oh dear, if I am not your favourite writer than how can I be your favourite person?
If you don't read me then how would interpret my soul's dialect?
Mirroring me?!
For what?!
Impression?!
Dupes!
A crow mourns for It's lost children.
Oh,when she got into your skin,
You didn’t know,
Just as the shrewd cuckoo didn’t bother.
©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy
Time Frame: 8.54 am, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment.

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