#30 Different story
My towel, it hangs from a certain feeling,
we share it, our nights got swapped.
we share it, our nights got swapped.
Villages far beyond lights, cities have to offer,
we stayed back, away from railway tracks
that lead you back. Swollen are my eye lids,
I look at you forever, soft in the mellow of
constant arpeggio of nylon. Thousand vessels
of mere happiness floated through our smiles
as we crept towards our sleeping bodies,
waiting for our lips to discover themselves
between tongues. Tell my story to your hands,
treat me with disbelief.
we stayed back, away from railway tracks
that lead you back. Swollen are my eye lids,
I look at you forever, soft in the mellow of
constant arpeggio of nylon. Thousand vessels
of mere happiness floated through our smiles
as we crept towards our sleeping bodies,
waiting for our lips to discover themselves
between tongues. Tell my story to your hands,
treat me with disbelief.
honestly,your bengali poetry is much better than your english poetry....
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