My Expected Day
Laxman Gour, Tangail
Just that day,
On straightening up
Under the shadiness of the evergreen creeper
You put into words,
Within the reach of your opening,
To turn up tomorrow.
With keeping a watchful eye on eye,
We'll reminisce the loving expected day.
While sound gets turned into language,
I keep coming back to my senses.
Computing through fingers is on.
Tarrying vexations 're commencement.
At the end of the day,
Feelings augment incessantly.
The darkish night with demeanour
Rouses awe in the reason.
I await
Looking forward to the coming
Of the most auspicious trice.
I reflect whether or not
I am capable of letting my sweetheart
Know of my goodwill
With the red rose.
I cogitate whether
I can unclose the horizon of the heavens
In the dawning of a veil or not.
Much more afflictions go too far
Surmounting the limit of endurance ceaselessly.
I confide in that lingering
Of the minute of time.
Will my expected day come upWith a handful of love and affection
In the midst of us?
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