Simple Thought of love

I wanted you to be as lively as a simple heroine in one of Humayun Ahmed's novels. In the sleepless night you call and sing from the other side, if your heart cries you come back, come back in a rainy season.

If you don't find the taste of five star restaurant's expensive menu coffee, sometimes ask to break the hotel singer's cheek in that bed. After eating, hold hands very tightly and ride the rickshaw to see the city and become a wonderful lover.

If it rains, wear a saree bangle and make your eyes dark with kajal. Write the happy news of rain in the letter, fill the letter envelope with a few drops of rain.

When the birthday comes, send those letters by courier and send several kadamfuls.

But, but you wrapped yourself in western clothes. Instead of being my vivacious sweet lover, I became a nasthalic woman who took pictures of me showing off the hidden ribbons inside my chest and went on social media. From the barber to the cobbler, he measures your chest size and praises you.

I'm looking for love, you're looking for sex. I want to rest my head on your shoulder, you want to be an ember burning in the fire of desire. You name all these desires of mine as Kheitya. You accept all the vulgarity of the world, but call me lustful.

I must have joined the group of those poor people whose hearts still feel empty when they read poems, who want to become homeless when they see joshna, who want to sit quietly in their beloved's bosom like a kitten when they see rain.

I probably belong to the group of lovers who only know the love of a lover, but do not feel the need to touch the body of a lover.

You may not know, if the body would pull me, I would run towards the naked body of women from one hundred and ninety-three countries in the world, not around you.

Written by: Nazim
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