By Rafia Farzana
I feel the arrival of spring. Although you are not here... Messenger of Spring.
The seagulls are flying. Although I do not get the message of the arrival of peace. There is no plague of golden paddy, The messenger of spring that is lost.
The clouds are fluttering like cotton. Although you are not here to see it. Starling is also losing it's sky It seems to be lost with his imagination.
There is no one like you to feel. The boy with the tulip flower perfume is no more. He lost...
Although I can feel it. At least I can feel the existence of a being.