[01] For Her

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