Still now I’m trying to hold
What I’ve not got
Hanging on like a thirsty pet
Which has lost its trait.
Still now I’m trying to decorate
My life’s path that’s been burnt
And left no trace.
Still now I’m trying to catch a star
Which is staying so much far!
How can I dream to dare?
It’s no strange real love is rare!
About the Author: Rezuana Prova is studying BA(Honours)in English in the Department of English Language and Literature at Jatiya Kabi Kazi Nazrul Islam University, Trishal, Mymensingh. She writes poems and fiction in both Bangla and English.