Fake Rain!A Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueThere I was standing, I could fill the water, endlessly falling, On my head, shoulders, everywhere, I felt good and got myself wet further.
Even if the drops were so thick, I wasn’t bothered if my carelessness would make me sick, And I didn’t decide to move away, Just thought- come whatever may.
Now the load-shedding peeked, I had to stop my shower bath, And impatiently started looking for the right path. © 2014 Md. Ziaul Haque |
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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