O My Jazmin

O My Jazmin- I know, your pair of lips speaks of me Your electrifying touch of hands solicits me Your dramatic love letters invite me ardently True to say, I engrave you in my silver canvas of desire No, there I aspire me not to your pubescent breast, to your appetizer lips, salacious buttocks, to your stirring navel and waist Really, I never seek me in your scandal mongering vagina I smell you in the blooming words of the Hamilton's Mythology Where your smiling writes the timeless tales of gods and heroes I smell you in the weaving hives of the Songs of Offering by Tagore Where your walking sketches the panoramas of idolizing prayers Dear Jazmin, you are my sea beach of the Patenga I seek me in your footprints on the scattered pebbles, You are my rising sun of flowery days I seek me in the flying white clouds of the blue sky on you You are my flowing Karnafully river, Halda valley I seek me in the dashing busy port of your city, You are bed partner of my resolute writings I seek me in your pen and poetic anthology, You are my youthful alehouse In your grape wine I seek me, You are enviable scent of my virginal dark night I seek me in your seduced heart where moonlight hides Here are masjids, there are temples Here are holy shrines, there are eternal palace- graves On the Cheragi hill through the flowers shops I seek me everywhere at your starry night by the halo O dear Jazmin, you are jazz music of my empty night Come, once again come to me lit up the Lalon songs light 18.09.2020 Chattogram