Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin

Middle aged South Asian woman in a pink and white checkered shirt, blond highlights in his dark hair, sunglasses, a ponytail, looking off the distance towards the sun on a lake.

I Walk Into Your Heart

I see everytime everything in your eyes

It is fair and fresh

I breathe in your love

That rebirths my heart 

The art of your living gives me shadow 

It is green and pleasant 

I walk into your heart

The road to your heart is natural 

It is long and endless

It is like a bed of roses

I never get tired

You make all the seasons spring for me

You are spring in all seasons

I hear the whisperings of the flowers

They tell me the story of your beauty

They want to steal your beauty

I ask the moon about her beauty

She tells me the mystery 

I read the north breeze 

There I get the poems of your fragrance

I asked Vinci about Monalisa 

He was wordless

As Monalisa is painted love

I asked Jibanananda about Bonolata

He was in dream

As Bonolata lives in dream

I visit your soul and see real happiness

You are real and our love is real.