Velvet Junction of Two Pendulous Roads

Spring is here, under my clotted hopes.
Tepid aroma is hopping indifferently;
like my wet coppery hair floats in the emptiness.

Mango burgeon has just awakened from the dead sleep.
And I see the orange leaves peek through the pearl white concrete.

The warm day ends like fainted clap
and invites the gloomy darkness.

Darkness is the earnest one,
ornated with silvery tint, glittered by stars!

I repair the broken pieces of dreams
and often line them up,
beneath the velvet junction of day and night.

The poet is a Mathematics and Natural Science
student at BRAC University.