The Whistle Of The Gloom Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

When I see you're wondering in the cloud
Same time you're swimming in the river of my blood
In the world of labyrinth to see you I'm proud.
I look forward to touch you by my youngest finger
Your bodiless shadow comes to me without musical instrument
And make me hear the whistle of the gloom like classic singer.
I dance like a snake-charmer's snake and when I'll stop
It depends on your capricious mind and your green signal
I can't differ as color-blind when you're thief and when you're cop!
I see you sleeping into the leaf as baby of chlorophyll
And into the deepest layer of my heart's sea as twin brothers
But I can't touch you though you're higher than any hill.
I take smell in each breath when you're hidden into the bloom
And I see you in the sunset's sky as Arabic calligraphy
Till Dooms day I have to hear your whistle of the gloom!