With no umbrella in hand,
I saw her in the last rain
Singing a Chinese song
With a long flute in hand,
I saw her in the last rain
In the valley of mountain
I saw her in the season’s last rain.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 7December,2017
With no umbrella in hand,
I saw her in the last rain
Singing a Chinese song
With a long flute in hand,
I saw her in the last rain
In the valley of mountain
I saw her in the season’s last rain.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 7December,2017
That’sGreat,The benefitsIn time come back.
You be friend right now,You stretch one hand to otherOther step both feet.
Some but most of them like chaosSome but less of them like peace,Problem there isCausing the earth hellishWhere are burning the trashesNo scope seen to be fresh.
Human beings are in limitationCannot go out of imaginationOut of imagination so many!As to contex they have known how many?From two kinds of much and many of thingsAmong some are seen and some are unseen.
UniversalUsual,Once was bornOne day will be torn,Every example goesEveryone sees.
FlowTorchShows righ path; mind,To goal follow.