King, Queen & Jack

মাঝরাতে হঠাৎ বেজে উঠল গীটার


The guitar got hummed

It was midnight

The lone guitarist mid-age

Try to churn out

Rhythm that satiate him.

He’s naked he’s drunk

No body knows what’s eating

Him up, loneliness or rejection.


The moon cast shadow

As she moan he sighs.

A tear drop from her eyes

On the pillow as she free

Herself and turned around.

Happy or satisfied or pensive

She self don’t know.


Nocturnal environment

Finding solace on words

The poet rejects

To write nothing 

Few days, the reason 

He finding last few days.


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