(Hridoy Akanda)
The western wind is standing still
Waiting for the thunder to disrupt everything
The castle of glass is blotted with insects from the past
The desert has flooded with pain.
Waiting for the thunder to disrupt everything
The castle of glass is blotted with insects from the past
The desert has flooded with pain.
The future is in the past
And the past is in the future
I have lost in you and
You are still here!
The prophets were once humans
And love was once blind
But I have torches in my hand
Which can work as the lightsaber for you
When the night is still dark.
I still remember your kisses
Holding hands was once a complex number.
I am who I am but you are just lost in the symbols!
The symbols do not make the world
It's the world which makes symbols and
My colors will someday find your path
And I will be there for you.
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