ছোট কবিতা(Short poem)
স্বত্ব লেখক(copyright author) @Seraphina
School-Mount Litera Zee School
Berhampore, Murshedabad,WB,
INDIA
All that’s left of my nameless face.
And the home that has become a haunted place.
Is the echoing silence I buried with me
in the depths of my heart half-empty.
And I love how he thinks it’s a guise,
I brought back from the for bidden paradise.
Only if he knew I’ve always been the same.
Since the day be set my heart aflame.
He calls my kind the undead.
Yet dying on the words unheard though not unsaid
My soul has become a blood-stained dove,
All this anger was once love.
Should you worship me sooner
Before I became a part of the lunar
I’ve never been more alive
If not a dead memory in his archive.
