Unfinished Story Of My Life

With some unfinished strings and shredded sounds,.

With the passion and kissing of embellished embrace,.

It's a day to roam around like crazy madness

But,
In the elegantly euphoria, poetry seems to have no remote island.

As the words did not come in my house poetry, I still did not have poetry in my house,.

Hundreds of thousands of people walk through the busy pavements of the city...

Suddenly, I spoke about loneliness,,.

At that time, the lumber brickbath in the two curves laughing at me said. . .

'Allen!, everything in the city alone is alone.

Tram bus, street light, electric cable, one way street, busy sidewalk,

Tea cup, ashtray, rough paper, nonsense word-phrase,

People, dreams, feelings, love, love,

Even your favorite cows and poems.

I suddenly moved ahead instead of moving forward,.

Sit down for a poem measured in the depth of some shallow thoughts....

@Arefin