Once when she was in ruin
Assembling her shredded spotty soul
She learnt a bitter but better lesson!
She learnt that. ....
She would never wait;
For the affectionate hands
To wipe her tears,
For the supportive arms
To make her firm,
For the kindly looks
To make her feel loved,
For the friendly words
To enlighten her world
And that she would never weep
For the bygone,
She would never beg
What she doesn't own!
Taking a fresh start
Right from a scratch,
Collecting life from ash...
Ya! She is still alive
Who was once dead inside !!
A precious experience untold
Earned from life is that....
" concealment is an art "
If you wanna appear alive !!
A film by - Habibul Islam Habib
(The Night Express)
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