Md. Abdul Mannan Yaqubi
The male stoic stranger starts
Finding me only,
When cuckoos, in his Spring,
Sing melodiously.
Then the sun makes him spirited
Horse with tension,
And compels him to find out
My destination.
When the full moon smiles at night
During his Spring,
The flute in his heart for me
Continues playing.
Having failed to find me in the
Green of nature,
His tension for gaining my sweet touch
Grows higher.
At that time, I bloom like a flower
Very nicely,
And the stoic stranger gets
My touch finally.
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