To A Solitary Mourner

For fourteen years, Winters came and Winters gone, The warm bed, the coziness, Has since been forlorn. Now for a little warmth, You have only imaginations. Curling up alone night after night With imaginary cuddles and kisses You keep your warmth alight In the cozy comforter's fancied delight. For fourteen years, Springs have come and gone. Flowers blossomed, grasses looked green, His face appeared at every scene. Above the flowers butterflies hovered To remind you of your parted beloved. You tenderly touched some flower petals As though you touched his parched lips. Astride your walkway here and there, You saw his loving face everywhere. Dhaka 19 January 2016 Copyright Reserved.