My Days Poem by shakil ahmed

My Days

My days begins with pomp and grandeur
With chirping birds and blooming rose
After morning walks, a light breakfast
Then with hectic works my day goes.

Evenings are full with joy and delight
Casual talks with friends and lusty smell
Jotting down of few lyrical lines
Then an interruption because of stranger’s bell.

My night begins with unwanted quarrel
Over a matter, that is very trifle
She raises her voice in its full height
Just making our love a full cripple.

Then a pause for some moments
Then a sweet smile passes by
Inviting me for a pleasing night
And suddenly she becomes amorous and shy.

Gentle wind or a sunlight of a day
Can not bring her my near
The twinkling star or moon-lit night
Gives a vent to whisper with my dear.

After days hectic work and tussle
I lay like a dead in my soft foamy bed
Before slumbers chain fastens me
Her soft touch makes me very glad.


Shakil Ahmed.