[03] Grief

When the kites fly in the sky Like lovely tall ladies A dark cloud extends To the north-west horizon Unseen aroma of pollen Still spreads desire like magician Exists like happiness Without length width or height But grief cuts heart With a silent scissor As soft like marmalade As sour as tamarind Is the grief final As the death For one and all For living and non-livings Poem 07 Book 'Affluent Love- The Silent Killer' February 2012 Copyright Writer Adarsha Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh ISBN 978-984-8875-33-9