I
Gentle slumber or tender gazes,
In your playful tears, a child’s secret maze,
Embrace the night’s soothing haze,
For tomorrow’s unique treasures hold their own grace.
Rest now, dear heart!
In Slumberland’s haven, where worries depart,
Life’s enigmatic journey shall soon chart,
Yet, in this tranquil moment, find your start.
Sleep, cherished heart!
II
Ah, those soft, uncommon eyes,
Once vibrant blooms under a quiet disguise,
Now beneath snow’s gentle, mystic lies,
In a realm where dreams of wonder arise.
Slumber, gentle heart,
Whose fervent pulse ceased, a timeless art,
The years whisper softly, never to depart,
With a single message—a tender, mild restart.
Dream on, beloved heart.
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Anisuzzaman Khan
9.20.23