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Doubt

The tension of married life

By Aranna Hasan Delwar Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

Do you believe me do

At lunch or coffee table with office colleagues,

Head to the chest dry no smell!

Maybe after the office break, another woman's arm

Maybe I'm giving her hair flower jaba or togar

Holding hands and looking into eyes

I am writing a new poem called Dehkavya.

If you come out tidy on holidays

Doubt arises again, this means that he is gone

On a date with the former!

Everything is over today, drowned in the water?

In the end, this was a characterless boy.

The sister of the flat next door is very beautiful

When he said, Siri stood up and got down

When you see, the burning smell comes to the nose

Does your heart burn too much?

Doubt yourself as much as burned

You burned me more than that

I could open the chest and show the wound.

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Aranna Hasan Delwar

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    Written by Aranna Hasan Delwar