Penning

I'm stitching the feelings, the imaginations by the letters of hope And stitching the loneliness, the realities by the bin of rejected envelop The autumnal leaf falling down and touching the ripple's womb The magpie sucking the nectar of kidney bean's flowers Since last year, November 17, 2019 I'm in the panicked earth Doomsday comes every moment To the Chinese Cov-19 infected soul Failure touching me every final staircase crossing Success is now a miracle for my life although sunlight rising Nowadays, winter sunset depicting the tomb in my marching Endless the puzzling end pricking my entrepreneur's ink May be an immature death of a pen very soon Shattered life will be lost in some brutal loan -01.12.2020 Chattogram