Yesterday is a tale of your bluish promise
You'd arrived into my bed-room of heart
I'd felt soft fingers of love like denim jeans
Smell of your dusky hair kissing the violet air.
Time is now hungry but moon marches slow
Smile beam is walking at cheerful night
Phantom of delight sat on my thought
Am I really going mad to pull out my hairs?
I want to enfold the globe with crimson roses
To fill up the oceans with soft dews
But how can I replicate a yesterday?
Shift a today towards a non-stop tomorrow?
Poem 18
Book 'Beckoning Jade-Dreams' April 2007
Copyright Musharrat Mahjabeen
Mizan Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8700-82-X
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 8:10 AM UTC
Yesterday is a tale of your bluish promise
You'd arrived into my bed-room of heart
I'd felt soft fingers of love like denim jeans
Smell of your dusky hair kissing the violet air.
Time is now hungry but moon marches slow
Smile beam is walking at cheerful night
Phantom of delight sat on my thought
Am I really going mad to pull out my hairs?
I want to enfold the globe with crimson roses
To fill up the oceans with soft dews
But how can I replicate a yesterday?
Shift a today towards a non-stop tomorrow?
Poem 18
Book 'Beckoning Jade-Dreams' April 2007
Copyright Musharrat Mahjabeen
Mizan Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8700-82-X
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