A Poet Understands

A Poet understands their language of pain, Who shed a drop or two of their tears, Silently, here and there, And wiping off their moist eyes, Try to look composed wearing a pale smile. A poet hears the silent sigh of the woman Who, cooking in the kitchen For her beloved ones at home, Also thinks of someone distant and drops a sigh Thinking, how he would love to relish her cuisine. A poet can see the spectrum of dreams Of the maiden who draws Her beloved's face with scatches on her note book, And thinks of it as a colorful kite, While doing homework on a solitary night. A poet knows the reason why, The dare devil youth in the neighborhood Suddenly becomes quiet and composed, Recites poetry of Rumi or Kahlil Gibran, And behaves like a polished gentleman. A Poet understands who a man might think of, When he pauses for a while buttoning his shirt, And gets lost for a moment, But comes back quickly, Gets ready and gently drives away to work. Dhaka 20 December 2015 Copyright Reserved.