অনুগ্রহ করে অপেক্ষা করুন। ছবি আটো ইন্সার্ট হবে।
That I'd rather erase out,
But they never really go away -
Always seems to hang about.
They keep me up at night,
Make me cry till my eyes get sore;
The more I'd like to forget them,
They come as memories more and more.
Sometimes I wish to start over,
Clean my heart and brain of filth.
But the moments always disobey,
They linger, and move in silent stealth.
They make the guilt clearer
Each time they pay a dirty visit,
They tear at what's left of me,
And end my soul, bit by bit.
I ask for help, and do get some,
But just to cover up the hole -
The damage is done, never to be fixed,
I'm stuck with only half a soul.
ছবি: কপিরাইট মীরা বিগাম। আঁকা হয়েছে: 21/12/06
কবিতা: কপিরাইট মীরা বিগাম। লেখা হয়েছে: 07/01/07
সর্বশেষ এডিট : ০৬ ই এপ্রিল, ২০০৭ রাত ১২:৪৭
