I do not know how much longer I have to go away, <br />That is not my destination, but his legs keep thinking <br />All the way, where are the footprints of men, <br />No one ever did ever touch limb, but <br />Relationships, have flesh, that I think is sorely absent, <br />Thought to be present on the sign just carried ante-. <br />Exposed beneath the voice, the scent of the boy, <br />My beautiful forest green, light irradiation scenery <br />I was young, spreading the myth that beauty to passing time <br />Star, water, woman, bright-light, all taken in sense <br />Forest voice makes me woozy, <br />Comes nap, wake up, even answering beneath the verdant, green and forest. <br />Not punished, the smooth running of each moment the firefighters, touch to beauty to noise fragrance, <br />Celebrated my silence my voice felt, <br />Old history is not evidence, it's my have to shining light.<br /><br />Mamunur Rahman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-is-my-love/
