Rofique Alom

In the light of moon, I hear her name,
Like Rohel’s beat, it burns like flame.
From camp to dream, my heart it runs,
For her smile shines brighter than suns.

Sukor Kuna — sweet like rain,
Washes my sorrow, heals my pain.
She wears a scarf, I hold my rhyme,
Love in silence, beating in time.

We got no stage, but songs we own,
In the dust of camps, love has grown.
No gold, no rose — just words we give,
With Rohel’s flow, we learn to live.

The PromiseI love you.
Those three words didn't mean a thing.
I thought we were meant to be,
But I guess it was just a fling.
There's a wall around my heart, stopping me from crying,
But there's something inside of me
That feels like it's dying.
You were everything I needed, cared for.
I chose you, but now my heart is sore.
You will never realize that you were my best friend too,
But believe me when I say this,
I really did love you.

True LoveTrue love is measured by how deep you fall
And judged by how low you are willing to crawl
Just to save it and make it last
It is determined by how willing you are to open up and offer your trust.
It is hospitable, amazing at all times, and always kind.
It is never prejudiced, it is color blind.