What else can I do?
Than choosing my own way
To hibernate and go into oblivion,
And muse and mull over your sweetness?
What else can I say?
Than utter whispers of silence,
That make me half heard, half not,
And leave you guessing what’s in my thought!
All that I can think of
Is love, nothing but love.
The thought of love overwhelms
And leaves much to be said in unspoken words.
Dhaka
12 November 2014
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