The Diary Game | Random Photography | Short Poem | 07 - Nov -2025

Hello friends,

How are you all? I hope everyone is well. I am also well by the infinite mercy of Allah. Like every day, today I have come before you with a new post. Almost all kinds of incidents happen around us. The incidents are often instructive, painful, tragic, and inspiring. That is why today I have come with a story again. I hope you will enjoy reading my writing.

Photos Captured By @sanaullah99

Blooming love

In the corner of the branch, in the shade of green leaves,
A pink flower suddenly blooms,
As if hearing someone's secret call,
Secret love is born there.

When the wind comes, its petals tremble,
As if the mind trembles with shame,
Like the first sight, the first touch,
Everything is new, yet so dear.

The glimmer of the sun touches it,
As if the touch of love's finger,
That gentle swing of a moment,
Forgets all the tears in the world.

That flower says nothing with its mouth,
Yet it speaks a thousand words with its color,
Like a silent letter from a lover,
Which is written only in the form of eyes.

Its shadow falls in the shade of the tree,
Yet it seeks light every day,
Love means something like that,
Where even pain is an exchange of blessings.

When the rain comes, she gets wet slowly,
as if memories touch her body,
some old smiling face,
want to cry in the gaps of her petals.

Yet she does not die, does not fall quickly,
because there is a wait inside her,
that the lover who will one day stop by her side,
will say that you are here, this is initiation.

The leaves sway, the sun shines,
yet her stillness is an illusion,
as if to explain what love means,
even if you lose everything, there is no shadow of losing.

She knows the flower, even if she has not seen it,
the mind knows how to speak,
that love is never expressed in words,
but in eyes, breath, and smell.

Sometimes an ant comes, sits on her body,
she smiles silently, does not feel pain,
because love means a tolerant color,
which also transforms suffering into a form in the morning.

When the light fades in the late afternoon,
its colors still shine with a strange illusion,
as if love never ends,
it just changes form in the shadow of time.

Category	Photography
Drive	Mobile Phone
Model	OPPO A52
Location	Netrakona
Photographer	@sanaullah99

Thank you all for taking the time to read the post. Thank You all for Your. Love to Everyone.

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