Wait
Hakikur Rahman

Say that the flute will sound
I was sitting and opening the fence
He didn't play the flute anymore.

I will listen to that tune
I thought in my heart
He did not sing in tune anymore.

That says I will draw pictures
I caught paint and brush
But couldn't draw anymore.

That's the way it goes
I went out to the door
But couldn't cross the bridge.

I thought that I will paint in that face
Since when did I dress up?
And couldn't no longer painted in color.