Confession

You are not someone I describe,

Or, someone I project,

Before dawn, before the light, you are the sunshine,

So bright.

You are the living poem, I am the poet,

I don’t compose, I confess,

You are the verse that I suppress.

Your memories return

through the verses I write.

I can’t describe what you are,

You are a living poetry that I bind.

I don’t compose, I confess,

What you’ve shown- the integral integrity that cannot be compressed.

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy

Timestamp: 8.52 pm, Tagar

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