[01] How Can I

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