“Tell me about it”
It goes a long way,
“Nothing to be said,”
There always is.

Things like this start at the beginning
The harsh words they did not meant
The wait that felt longer than time
The indifferent shrug as your heart was stung
And the things uncontrollable for you and I.

They leave marks, scars bruises and clots
We try to hide it, rings, jackets, boots and what not
But they sting, back at our necks,
It makes it hard to speak, hard to run, hard to love.

But I say,
Still believe in that love, speak your mind, cherish it and protect.
For if not,
One day you might find yourself following the wrong god home
And you don’t know the way back.

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পথ ধরে হাটতে হাটতে
এসে পড়েছিলাম তোমার পাশে
আলোর মতো ছিলে তুমি
মথের মতো আমি তোমার চারিপাশে
দেখতে দেখতে চলে গেলো সময়
আর তাঁর সাথে একদিন তুমিও

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