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To Follow You!
My dear Queen, I couldn't crown you the kingdom, but I will follow you to the last breath.
To follow you, I will walk to the last extent of the earth and, if need be, will come back.
To follow you, I will set a course of a million miles and finish it before I go to meet my destiny.
My sweet Queen, the crown you deserve was never the crown of the masses; it was my mind and my realm.
I crown you my heart and soul, and I present them in a platter with ultimate love.
To follow you to the universe, I will make sure the space lies down beneath your feet.
To follow you, I will give up the power everyone seeks; you make me powerful.
To follow you, I will walk on your doorsteps and will provide you with the best assistance.
To follow you, I can leave my life at once and remain under your command for good.
To follow you, I know I must disagree with all the agreements of getting engaged with the duties.
To follow you, I can unfollow anyone or anything I could have or achieve in life.
To follow you till my last light, I will reform my accessibility to the highest level.
To follow you until the earth becomes just ruins, I will ensure our togetherness through the last sandstorm.
When the desert is left green but there is nothing around, I will pluck the flowers from there for you.
To follow you, my beloved Queen, I will cut my eyes and store the blindness so that no provocation works.
To follow you, I can stay on one leg for the millions of dusks and dawns.
To follow you around, I only have one pure wish and the purest heart in my body.
I will follow you to the last bone of my body and maintain the passion till my ruins are ruined.
You, my Queen, will be crowned and will be given the precious kinglets.
You, my Queen, will be held higher in my kingship and I will be one of your subjects.
You, my Queen, only to stand so high, I will bring the sky down to your feet.
The clouds will be the carpet to walk on, and the rainbow shoe will create the ambience.
To follow you, I am adjusting all my life's schedules.
To follow you to the last second and engrave the entity of the gracious You, I will give away my last drop of blood.
To follow you, my Queen, I will destroy the world and reincarnate a new one!
A Poem to make the time worthy of loving one another and value the time together!
This is a poem written by Tahmina Akter Mili which is me. I love this poem and loved it always. Now, I am sharing it on my own voice with my friends and everyone I know.
Thanks!
Life without a purpose is just a life of nothingness.
An animal in a jungle or in a glacier has a purpose in the world.
As humans, we are expected to have a purpose in life.
As humans, we are not supposed to just be a human.
We are bound to make a goal to live by and to die.
We are not wanted to be just be.
We are willed to fulfil for everything.
We are wished to get the desired results.
We are considered to be understanding about all the unknown.
We are put in the world to serve a purpose set by someone Higher than our imagination.
The purpose what it should be is never told or discussed.
The purpose is to know the purpose with the proper reasons.
The purpose should be able to find the necessity altogether and fulfill them.
The purpose should not be the same but must resolve the similar purpose.
The purpose is not only to possess but also to transcend into the body.
The limited edition purpose, the golden purpose or the diamond one, what should be the perfect one!
Compensation about the failed or unsuccessful purposes is so mere.
Whatever the purpose seems to be settled or rattled, unsophisticated or gorgeous, it should be a purpose at last.
The long lasted purposes are the one to break the chain, not to just change the form.
The purpose should be served for the goodness' sake and not because it should be served.
The purpose can only be there if you wanna have one.
The purpose should beautify the inside out!
I look at you funny!
He was not meant to be here!
He wanted to be somewhere else, entirely a different place!
Somehow he ended up here.
He sat on the chair in the balcony to have a break.
Alas! The sound came back, it started pounding in his ears.
He covered his ears with his palms.
The sound were not going anywhere.
He squeezed his eyes with an attempt to unheard the sound.
"Oh! Not again, not again, please stop this instance and give me some lone time, please go away!"
The sound had no intention to step aside, to stop or to take a time off.
He calmed his eyes, took the hands off from his ears, became ready to embrace the sound.
The sound which was making his life a living torture.
The sound which was hunting him for a long time.
The sound was not of any music, the sound was not of any bad trumpet players.
The sound was utterly, immensely, intolerably painful.
The sound was of her saying him the last few sentences.
The sound of the breathe she took for the last time.
The sound of her saying goodbye without giving him a second.
The sound was of her shoes thumping on the floor while going away.
Though her going away was not at all visible, no one could have seen her leaving.
But she left, she left him forever, she left him with a broken heart, with a never ending voice in his ears.
She left him.
It was supposed to be his departure.
Instead she took the lead and left earlier than expected giving her heart to him literally.
She left without saying that she loved him, without knowing that he loved her too.
He was never meant to be here.
He was the one supposed to be gone.
He was the one to leave early.
The sound reminded him those unfair affairs.
The sound reminded him of her leaving early because of him.
He prayed and prayed that he was not meant to be here.
He was supposed to be there with her, not wounded by the sound each seconds of his life.
He just wanted to leave with her side by side, cause he loved her more.
Human nature is to be nosy.
The day is astounding.
Sitting on the very last bench, I saw in front of me.
You looked behind, I died once with your eye like dagger.
Smile you back if once in this lifetime,
Sitting on the back bench, I was thinking.
The light is to touch.
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