Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin

South Asian man with reading glasses and red shoulder length hair. He's got a red collared shirt on.
Mesfakus Salahin

A Modest proposal to Autumn Cloud

‎O autumn cloud, kiss my two eyes

‎I see that I am awake

‎Sitting in the night’s shadow

‎For the one who is hidden in my heart.

‎Look and see the light of spring is extinguished

‎Frozen feelings become a tree of love.

‎The arrogant mind writes a letter

‎To the mountain with water.

‎Tears become a frozen stone

‎Sparks speak by rubbing stones together.

‎Won’t the rainbow rise in color

‎Beyond the boundaries of the mind?

‎Which star will absorb the tears from my eyes?

‎The scent of a flower in the hands of a lover never fades.

‎I wish you, catkin could say

‎Touching all over me

‎When will the silver moon rise in my yard?

‎In its new attire.

‎When will the lunar beauty  captivate my beloved?

‎When will my water dance, mixing with the waves?

‎Won’t the spring of the swing will visit my garden?

‎Who will sing the cuckoo’s song?

‎Who will tell me?

‎Where is my autumn moon?

‎Why is there so much darkness and darkness around me?

‎How will I swim in the sea of darkness?

‎How will I cross it?

‎Tell me, autumn breeze.

‎Where is my love?

‎What will become of the lonely night?

‎Who will open the southern door?

‎Why is there so much darkness and darkness around me?

‎Oh, autumn clouds, tell my beloved

‎How much I love her.

‎I am not good without her.

‎The whiteness of autumn is in my love.

‎The purity of autumn is in my heart.

‎Enchant her with the spell of my love

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