You don’t recognise fate until it is gone, 

Same goes with love and privileges, 

Listen to me ‘Lover boy’, 

You have been wandering around the bush for a while, and there’s a ambush, a predator waiting for you to grasp….

Now, tell me if you wanna hear my stories that I tell?! 

Or, you wanna runaway in the woods to meet your death?!

I wrote three hundred love letters to you, and a thousand poems, 

You haven’t checked them yet…..

You don’t know what oracles these poems hide, 

You might get hypnotized, 

Blown out completely and infatuated in my affection, 

As dearly I scribble love for you, 

But, you seem ignorant! 

You don’t know how to comprehend soul’s urge nor do you know how to dissect, 

Oh dear, if I am not your favourite writer than how can I be your favourite person?

If you don’t read me then how would you interpret my soul’s dialect?

Mirroring me?!

For what?!

Impression?! 

Dupes! 

A crow mourns for It’s lost children. 

Oh,when she got into your skin, 

You didn’t know,

Just as the shrewd cuckoo didn’t bother too!

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Time Frame: 8.54 am, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment.