Akin And Contrast(Thanks Pramila Khadun For Inspiring Me To Write This Poem)
The sun, the clouds, the stars
by Akhtar Jawad
all were telling her to move,
she went on moving,
sitting beneath a dense tree,
sitting on the shore of a calm sea,
just watching a distant moon.
He could have spoken and he could have sung,
but he preferred to remain silent,
rather someone who was deaf and dumb in love,
neither he could listen to her joyful song,
nor his steps could move for a dance.
While tired, frustrated and dejected
leaving behind the akin interests
she was coming back
she anyhow had a look at him.
She noticed the beauty of a perfect contrast,
like two opposite poles of a magnet
see her and see him
so close she is that he is writing on her lips
what he has not spoken even now!
No pains of movement now,
no more tired
she is drowned in the soothing waves of a calm ocean
moonlight is dancing on the tunes of propagating waves
and leaves falling down to peep deep in the sea.