Luv

That day evening fell in the midst of the forest
Like a bird, I too spread my dreamy wings near distance in the gentle breeze
That winding high and low path
That shadows of the trees, playing blind-man’s- buff
Painted secret kisses in the eyes of the darkness
The lorn fascinating oyster separated from water was in the grip of my hand.
The unique pearl called Luv
Shaped with layers of pain–an expression of pure, sincere love
A mind yearning for union wants to be an oyster, sometimes a pearl.

Sejuty Rahman, Assistant Professor, Department of Economics in Soronjay Degree College, Tanore, Rajshahi. She writes poems and short stories. She has published three books of poems in Bangla. At present she is living at Rajshahi town, Bangladesh.