Like those days of ours,
The moon still rises…
And spreads its soft luster
Over the mountain tops,
On the lakes, forests, deserts and
Animal habitats and human homes.
Like those days of ours,
Young lovers still forget their hours
Marveling at the moon as they walk
Holding hands, and amorously talk.
I too every now and then
Come out of my own cocoon,
And pull aside my window curtain
And look for your face beside the moon.
Once in a month on the full moon night,
I reserve some hours to search your light.
Dhaka
22 March 2016
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