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PROMISE ( a poem by Samsur Rahaman written in 23rd July 1971.)

August 20, 2016


An word, to come by you, when

a happiness be clutch more in you, will open

slowly the shelves of a deeper souls with you. Today

don’t call me. An effort of meeting I’m avoiding too

to your bashful longings. Cities garden

may a call open, but nor to take  able

the odor of your touchy skin. Time will must run, an assured

‘will hold your cared tender face by my prayers .


Our hearts bores now an injury

many have die, more are in tears

a restrain from love now are

in this garden may.

To listen the song of hornet

is a mismatch now in  today. ‘ Soldiers

roar of cannon’s is near.


On that day of healing

this very one of that touchy evening

I’m’will rest my dear  ‘rose in you.

This promise will be kept.










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