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 After losing in love I took an oath, 

A pledge- only to love those who deserves the best, 

The creator and the best of the creations,

The humble ones, 

The weak ones who are defenceless, 

The helpless subalterns left alone in the desert of Sahara, 

The truly needy ones who needs me,

My love is for them who are largely ignored and forgotten after, 

The beggars not the preachers, 

The depth holders not the shallow ones, 

The orphans, the widows, the deserted ones,

The alone souls wandering around,

The mad ones,

The broken ones,

The industrious not the losers,

The disabled ones not the champions, 

The vulnerable ones not the choosers,

I love the silence in them in which they hide volumes of stories to be heard once! 

For they hide who they are assuming they are nothing, 

No being not mattering at all,

I want to say them,

Yes, you do matter, 

You deserve the selfless love, 

And, I would want to give you a world full of love if only I were capable of giving so!

I do want to tell your stories on your behalf, 

I want to preach your unheard narratives-

Suppressed under the heavy lyrics of the privileged ones! 

You should also sing, dance and allure-

For only you deserve the true form of love-

Love for the creator in It’s creations! 

I embody the divine love God’s men would love to preach! 

And, had preached for thousands of years!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

Time Frame: 9.19 pm, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment, Dhaka-1216. 

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

Reflections

A decade went lamenting for you, A decade spent ranting about you, A series of decade has gone by blaming

Emancipation

Faulty stars in the sky leading to a faulty love story—well, stars were not deformed. It was our own fault—a

Racing Hearts

It was nice to know you. It’s a pleasure to meet you.  It’s sweet to kiss you.  But it’s horrendous

Addiction

You were not my love. You were merely just an addiction,  Talking with you over the phone, Fighting over

Circles

Love was a priority then. Happiness was destiny. But now love is not predestined. Sometimes it’s a mistake. But mistakes

Sabotage

I was standing on the brink of a montage. But you always end up bringing about sabotage! I overcame the