The poet's mind is shaking, shaking
Poets are in a hurry,
At any given moment, the mind flies,
In the sky blue, thick clouds erupt, wind blows,
The new lover loses himself in the blue saree.
At what time the poet's mind stopped?
Looking for the red light of Shimul, none of the women are touching,
In the gap between lips, two cheeks, cheeks.
Always love imagination, black sesame, black tip,
Black eyelids rise every second,
Black clouds blow through the air,
Wave, soundless, dancing fascinated.
The poet's mind is shaking, the body is shaking.
At what time the poet's mind stopped?
Who says the world has been around forever?
The housewife, in the imagination of the poet, is a daily mess,
Feelings occupy all the poems, love is always,
Wandering in the air, exploring new love.
Silent protests in ever-neutral posture,
To handle the face of the beloved poet.
The poet's mind is shaking, shaking,
Fly flies, at one end,
Otherwise, the right hand touches the other forehead.
©latifur
L