I will Miss…A Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueI will miss the loving touch, Of your palms on my cheeks, And the kisses as such, The teardrops’ not letting me forget you for weeks.
I will miss the pleasure we shared, Not letting the pain visit, The life of ours, something we cared, And the raindrops’ plan for us to meet.
How can I not miss the wonder on your face, Emerging each time looking at the gloomy heavens? That, for you the dazzling invitation-cards, produces, What about thy suspicion about my alleged Maenads.
Ever cherish I thy hard embraces, The way the daylight grasps the earth as such, And on the breast of the sea the moon rests, Knows all my passion for thee including Phoebus.
I will miss the kiss on my forehead and your warm breath, The star-like dazzles fashioned by thy teardrops truly, Anger, ego, crazy laughter and all until the Archangel of Death, Appears taking me to the land of the dead blithely! © 2014 Md. Ziaul HaqueFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorMd. Ziaul HaqueSylhet, BangladeshAboutMd. Ziaul Haque is originally from Zakiganj, Sylhet, Bangladesh. He is a poet, epic writer, writer, academic, thinker, songwriter, short story writer, reviewer, columnist, essayist, researcher and sch.. more..Writing
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