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Your love has made me a whore.

Love lost everything

By Aranna Hasan Delwar Published about a month ago 1 min read
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Your love has made me a whore.

____By Aranna Hasan Delwar.

One day I became a tree

You will come in the morning of Fagun

I will paint you black.

you came right___

You had an ax in your hand

If you cut into pieces with the blow of that ax

All the parts of my body.

I have since left this city

Even today there is loneliness around the lap of the mountain

I am standing

One day I became a bird

I will sing to you in the spring.

When you come colored in Basanti colors

sit on the balcony

I will sing love songs.

You were coming ___ was in your hand

The hunting gun, with which you pierced my chest

I was prostrate at your feet

I did not see so much mercy in your eyes.

Since then I have been far away from this city

In a forest surrounded by mountains, I have built a nest on the branches of Krishna Chura.

One day I became a flower

It will grow in your garden

I will spread fragrance in your yard.

When you walk in the garden

Then I will touch you silently

You threw up all the flowers in the garden

Crushed under the feet and went to the team

You didn't feel so bad, you didn't feel bad

Since then I have not been in this city

Although you can see me in the city

It is commercial

I am now a flower sold for Rs

Anyone can take me anytime.

Your love has made me a whore.

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About the Creator

Aranna Hasan Delwar

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