Solitude of the heart
Yearning for Warmth in a Busy World
Solitude of the heart //
_____By Aranna Hasan Delwar.
Does anyone see the atrium of the heart?
Anyone get that burning smell?
How many people know that the heart burns with neglect?
There is no time now, very busy to give time to anyone.
No one hugs you on the afternoon of the holiday and says I will love you,
No one kisses the lips with absolute love after smelling wet hair.
No one wants to know how I am today
I also want to have such a "you" in life.
Who has so much time these days?
Love me close to your chest.
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