I was feeling aromatic flavor of beauty
But the cloud had covered the full moon
And the gloomy dim evening
put off its costumes

She cried and told, ‘I'm unhappy, '
But I was undone to write a program
To sprout gladness into her garden of mind

I can't enter, can't touch
can't wipe, can't absorb
Only what I can do is everything ensuing nothing
Can simply act all resulting nil!


Poem 16
Book 'Beckoning Jade-Dreams' April 2007
Copyright Musharrat Mahjabeen
Mizan Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8700-82-X