Sunday Poem By Rejuan Sardar

The Gusty Wind

Oh, Gusty wind! Thou’ve come at last,
Bring forth thy breezy shower,
And wash away my stain of love,
Assassinated I the deepest desire
Not to recall my past, anymore.

Freshen me up by thy chilled wind,
Whimper I not, promise, anymore.
Glow-worm dazzling in the night sky
Resembles my beloved’s pale face
Perseverance of her, alone, I embrace.

Diluting my pain, come forth steadily,
Shivering intrigues, shower upon me;
Whispering the night into my ear,
Of breathing like having last breath;
To reborn like Phoenix, again from death.

Come, shaking my window pane,
Trembling I, will never revolt;
Take me along with thy quivering hand,
Post me there where dwell my beloved,
With her, I, to spend myself, before I’m dead.