I Will Miss… Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

I 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 your inkling concerning my alleged Maenads?

Ever cherish I your 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 and all until the Archangel of Death,
Appears taking me to the land of the dead blithely!