Dandelion

My dandelion is dry.

All the petals withered away,

The stick is broken,

There is no fragrance.

The thorns are blunt,

I am faded now.

No wonder.

And, no shelter.

Once I had a bush,

Now, I am in a garland!

I am pale now and companionless.

No bees wandering around me—

My place is on the bookshelf.

But, honey, you are so humble.

Don’t forget to mumble.

You are beautiful in every way possible.

Beauty does not lie in utility.

Sometimes withering away makes sense.

Sometimes it means rejuvenation.

Sometimes fading away means regeneration.

You spread a vibe of remembrance.

That’s why you are treasured.

It does not matter if you are in a bush or a garland.

or in a bouquet wrapped up,

It does not matter whether you are grappled.

Your existence soothes the eyes.

Damn, you are a work of art!

Time Frame: 2023, Rokeya Hall, DU

Evolution

You were necessary for me to evolve, You showed me what I thought love was not love actually but compromise

No bond lasts long

Why don’t you believe in people anymore?! – Cause, I don’t want anyone to exploit my reason. How’s that like?!

Empty Shell

You were a beautiful chain whom I binded myself with, You were a self-built cage where I imprisoned myself, You

Audacity

Oh, the audacity of leaving the person you love! To walk away with steady feet, While their heart still trembles

Mountainous

You were a mountain, I was a shallow fountain laying low. I could sustain you if only I had the

Silent Love

Silently, I have loved you for decades, Silently, I have chanted your name for thousand times. I have scripted an

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