I Miss You Much when It RainsA Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueI miss you much when it rains, The water I do believe washes away all my pains, I miss the sudden cold spray of tiny drops against your rosy cheeks, While travelling on a rickshaw together for weeks.
I miss the moments when you smile, Seeing the mountains kissing the clouds in style, How can I not miss the split second of saying ‘goodbye’? Leaving your hands momentarily, letting you cry.
I miss you each and every second, Tell me, when will this journey of missing end? © 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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