On the peak of the dot of that moment
when I just started pumping
into the holes of my creation
when the bird of dream
spreads wings to fly to sky
I painted with blue
she left me why
Is she angry with me
May be God has not created me
the way she wanted.
Ershad Mazumder
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-she-angry-with-me/