By Shahriyer Hossain Shetu

Little Things
I like a crisp apple,
The way the sunlight hits my bed sheet
in the morning in a perfect square.
I like the movement of the wind in the leaves,
The way the circumference of a circle
is always equal to pi times the diameter,
no matter what numbers you put in.
I like the first sip of coffee in the morning,
The vision of birds flying in the sky,
towards the big egg-yolk sun
like a pointed triangular arrow.
I like to walk in the rain,
The twinkling gazes of a baby
that resembles a thousand stars of happiness,
enough to cure the pain within.
I like the smell of jasmines,
The way the ocean’s waves
meet each other like two separated souls,
and become one.
I like the music of the ektara,
A peaceful good night's sleep after a long day.
Shahriyer Hossain Shetu is a student in the Department of English & Humanities, ULAB, Bangladesh.
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