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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