On the peak of the dot of that moment <br />when I just started pumping <br />into the holes of my creation <br />when the bird of dream <br />spreads wings to fly to sky <br />I painted with blue <br />she left me why <br /> <br />Is she angry with me <br />May be God has not created me <br />the way she wanted.<br /><br />Ershad Mazumder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-she-angry-with-me/
