समाचार
In what a miracle I turned grey
Wondering when I was young
When did young damsels look at me with their lotus-like eyes
Which time period was that, in which ice-age?
If I could collect the moments of the ants
The vibrations of bees’ wings
Every moment would turn into several decades
That I love you- is a century-old song.
I burn and burn for centuries after centuries
Assume I shall not get her in this millennium
May be I will find her in another abode of darkness
The magical moments cross the universe as particles on time’s wings.
I reach the miraculous port by swimming across light years
My illuminated vessel keeps on crossing darkness after darkness.
Kamrul Hassan
