The Diary Game | Random Photography | Short Poem - Love returning to that field | 29 - Oct -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

Love returning to that field

That field is still green,
Clouds are playing in the glass of the sky.

That old house, the sun on the tin roof,
Love is hidden in the soil code.

The distant trees sway silently,
It seems that time has been lost in some pond.

A small smell comes floating in the breeze,
The sweet joy of old days.

One day you walked slowly in that field,
I was also by your side, touching your shoulders silently.

There were no words, there was only a desire,
A soft shadow of love.

There was sunlight in your eyes then,
Love was flowing in my mind then.

The shadow of the white cloth was flying in the wind,
Our dreams seemed to be swaying.

Sitting on the balcony of that house,
You said that love means breathing together.

I smiled and said, I'm still afraid of the wind,
You said to be afraid, yet I stay by your side, in the shade.

Even today, the sun shines on the tin roof,
But you're not there, only memories remain.

When I walk on the soft grass in that field,
I remember our first afternoon.

You sat under that tree one day,
Touching the leaves, you said, Love is mixed with fragrance.

I didn't say anything, I just saw your face,
And I understood, love means silent happiness.

Today, I stand alone in that field,
Yet it seems that you are somewhere near.

The clothes drying in the distance sway,
As if your smile floats on the breeze.

The sky is still the same as before,
Blue, calm, a note of boundless morning.

I see, your name is written on the clouds,
Maybe you remember to see me a little.

The door of that house still makes sounds,
as if your footsteps are silently walking in the house.

Love is not only on the face,
it is hidden in the happiness of such a picture.

The green field knows, we know too,
love does not die, only water does.

It rains, light blooms on the grass,
good is born in the soil of the heart.

Today I look at that place,
where you were once smiling.

Maybe love means this
even if you don't come back, you remain in my breath.

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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