A Poet Understands Poem by Khairul Ahsan

A Poet understands their language of pain,
Who shed a drop or two of their tears,
Silently, here and there,
And wiping off their moist eyes,
Try to look composed wearing a pale smile.

A poet hears the silent sigh of the woman
Who, cooking in the kitchen
For her beloved ones at home,
Also thinks of someone distant and drops a sigh
Thinking, how he would love to relish her cuisine.

A poet can see the spectrum of dreams
Of the maiden who draws
Her beloved's face with scatches on her note book,
And thinks of it as a colorful kite,
While doing homework on a solitary night.

A poet knows the reason why,
The dare devil youth in the neighborhood
Suddenly becomes quiet and composed,
Recites poetry of Rumi or Kahlil Gibran,
And behaves like a polished gentleman.

A Poet understands who a man might think of,
When he pauses for a while buttoning his shirt,
And gets lost for a moment,
But comes back quickly,
Gets ready and gently drives away to work.


Dhaka
20 December 2015
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