Pain And Pleasure

Are pains sometimes a pleasure too? Your every poem seems Like tears of a painful heart Singing a beautiful song. Like ballads of fallen leaves Singing their last songs under the feet of Time Yet, why do I love to read those? Yet, why do you like to write those? The Missouri flows, Quietly or not, I do not know. But I can hear the sound of gentle flowing, I can hear the low sound of lapping, I can hear the sound of your silent weeping! Yet, I cannot shed a drop of tears, Because my eyes have gone dry! Yet, why do I visit you, to hear you cry? Your words may be meant for others, But why do my eyes glisten? I read your words and poignant thoughts, And sometimes quietly leave back my own. And quickly go away, because my heart aches! No life is meaningless, no love goes waste. Memories of unhappy times may at times sadden, But the joy of love, even if fancied, will ultimately gladden. Dhaka 23 October 2014 Copyright Reserved.