You are like an addiction.
I cannot tear you apart, neither
can I hold you down to make scars, nor
can I let you go.
You are like cancer.
One barely knows your presence at the first appearance;
one barely can guess what harm
you can cause by little eye dances.
You are like diabetes.
I could never wake up at the sunrise!
Now you make me walk and jog.
How blessed am I!
You are present in the absence;
I can feel and smell.
You hardly leave my dream.
Towhid loves to scribble his mind
