Elusive My Love

Nothing is eternal;
My
Love...
sex...
Touch...
I have looked for something else, which peaked way;
Flicker just divine discontent memories
Can mesmerize me.
Getting dark sorrows of intensive growth of a big pond
Gives birth; cover of flower just there to give birth,
Deep more bluish flesh spread blossom dark sorrows.
When I laid all my tone of voice composing poems I admire bland;
You have to touch the immense beauty of flawless pearls.
I do not know my poems have not ever praise you!
Yet you all up on the same the eye corner silently voice.

by Mamunur Rahman

Comments (1)

very lovely and beautiful, thanks.