As breezes flowing low : Palash Mahmud
As breezes flowing low By Palash Mahmud Photo Credit: Pixabay I sailin’ back through the same passage I standin’ up under the old bridges. What you know? Those chantin’ branches of dead trees Whispered your fadin’ name on edges As breezes flowin’ low. Those lost stingin’ summer days Those gone sneezin’ winter nights. Those fallin’ leaves turn’d ashes Those floatin’ clouds turn’d leashes. What a crime not to remind your name! What a shame not to recite your rhyme! Your name merged in my shades- Never mind. Your face unseen through my senses Never mind. As I went the passage you came so. How I know? We will not see either ever- When everything is feelin’ Who cares the not-seein’?