I become Happy…A Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueI become happy when you call me, Saying ‘I miss you’, Like the way the sail longs for the air friendly, And the sun eternally misses the moon’s view.
I become happy while you smile, In ecstasy and promise, Of staying close to my heart with time, Just then all I can say is- never let your trust die please.
I become happy stealing some of your precious moments, The way the sugar specks
are taken away by the tiny ants.
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StatsAuthorMd. Ziaul HaqueSylhet, BangladeshAboutMd. Ziaul Haque is originally from Zakiganj, Sylhet, Bangladesh. He is a poet, epic writer, writer, academic, thinker, songwriter, short story writer, reviewer, columnist, essayist, researcher and sch.. more..Writing
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