Desirable Someone Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

Desirable Someone



I've never seen you but my heart is broken
I've heard all about you from storyteller wind.
You like to hear praise of your boundless beauty
From the flattering stars
You like to hear the familial story of a flight of water-fowl
In the sunset sky
You like to hear the song of a foggy river in moonlight
You like to hear rustling sound of the tamarind forest
In the midday spring
And you like to hear rhythm of rain-drop on the corrugated tin
In the rainy day
You don't like to play hide and seek
But you're hidden behind the invisible wall of love.
If you come to me breaking the obstructive wall
I'll tell you a thrilling story of my pastoral fore-fathers
And a story of friendship between grey dove and grasshopper!
If you come to me as a cloud-messenger of poet Kalidasa
I'll tell you a fabulous story how born blind world became enlightened
And a mysterious story of the Muse as a mother of all divine arts!
If you come to me as a paradox of hope
I'll tell you how to explain the theory of Archimedes!
And a challenging story of colonization on the Mars.
If you come to me riding on Che Guevara's cycle
I'll tell you a story of painful experience of a freedom fighter
And an extremely aggrieved manifesto of downtrodden people!
If you come to me as a somber horse of religion
I'll tell you a chronological history of undesirable blood-shed
And how the dark waves are roaring in the ocean of hatred!
If you come to me as a quill pen of polymorphous Avicinna
I'll tell you the genetic history of the medicinal trees
And how we'll knock the door of immortality crossing thorny future!

What are the most beautiful things of this world loved by you!
And what are the worst things hated by you…
Unfortunately the worst things are created by flesh and blood!
To remove those worst things you should come to dusty bed
Otherwise all beautiful creations will be fainted by bad smell.
I'll wait to hear your footfall until blood is dripped in my heart
I know every sweet and lustrous dawn comes after decaying night.

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