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Khairul Ahsan Poems
No love is as overwhelming and as pristine, As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen. When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold.
And Softly Silence Speaks.....
When love flows between two yearning hearts, Gods and angels listen, As softly silence speaks, And softly silence speaks.....
A Gentle Touch
When you touch me, I can say it's you Even if my eyes are closed. For your palms are like text books That I've read so many times over,
A Poet's Dilemma With Truth
Whatever the poet's eyes see, And his mind imagines, And his pen elaborates, Or whatever is written,
A Poet's Heart
A poet's wandering heart is precious Only to a few eager souls, who hear Their heart's songs echoed in his words. That's why to them, the poet is so dear.
You And Me
You and me, Passed thirty years and three, Through Spring and Winter, rain and shine, Enjoyed our life, barely with a hint of a whine.
Many young lovers say, Their first kiss went amiss, Amid frenzied disarray.
Biography Of A Poem
Where speech fails, poetry takes over. As if like a fetus in the womb, a poem Is born in the brain's chamber, where It sleeps and sometimes moves about
You Are Not A Poet
When hurt, a person cries. When bereaved, a person wails. When broken down, a person sobs. When cheated in love, a person weeps.
Flowers Of Dawn Do Not Blossom At Dusk
Flowers of dawn do not blossom at twilight, One who isn't a poet at twenty, how he might Be one at sixty, when his vision is marred By the blemishes of life that he cannot discard.
Please Hold My Hand.....
Trudging along the slippery path of life, If I ever slip to the ground, Please extend a hand of yours, For me to hold and to turn around,
Love is, listening to her heartbeats, Imagining her assurances with every beat. Love is, touching her like the softest feather, Going to sleep touching together.
I was then, a boy of barely seven, One day I was sauntering in my garden. While I watched and touched the flowers, Saw a beautiful dragonfly with multicolors.
I am bound in eternal friendship, With The Supreme, The Most High, Preachers taught me to call Him My Lord, but I feel easy to call Him
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No love is as overwhelming and as pristine,
As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen.
When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold
Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold.
She seeks a hand to hold and wants hers as well be held,
In secluded privacy, from the outside world as if shelled.
She wants to love and be loved, to touch and be touched,
Promises never to leave the hand that she fondly clutched.
Standing on the crossroads of childhood and puberty,
She seeks a soul mate, not one who is always flirty.
She feels lonely at ...