Vision Poem by shakil ahmed

VISION SHAKIL AHMED

The girl whom I loved
She was as fresh as month of May
The girl whom I admired
She was animated and gay.

Thousand years passed
After I had met her
Still I remember the day
When I met her first.

We shared smiles from a distance
While she was in a car
After a long separation
That day still I remember.

I wrote thousand lines
Adoring her oozing beauty
I gave her an ocean of love
Leaving aside my mundane duty.

I have never met her again
In the crowd of millions
I sleep with a hope, that is in vision
She will come in a land forlorn