If your imagination may allow you, amid sighs
Of a wintry dusk, recall how you were silent in tears
Or hummed a line or two in gloom, in fears
That someone might peep into your soul, your eyes.
When my thoughts would wrap you in utter glee,
The murmurs of your heart in desolate place
Would hush in clamorous disdains of glad grace
My pilgrim soul it would never see.
Still, I’ll come in your memories, lie at your feet
No matter how often you forget me and lie in peace
‘Cos I’ll remember you at all times and never cease
My absence will find you, make your heart beat.
[Dhaka, December 28, 2015]