A Happy Dove

 

A Happy Dove

 I M R U L  K A Y E S

It was a melodious afternoon of hot May day

I made my way to my darling Noboganga,

A cute dove was waiting for me. 

Beholding the remnants of the day’s beauty

I could recognize her faint scent, familiar skin, red lips.

Her unbendable snowy bosom absorbed the reddish cloud

Deliquescent cuteness welcomed the upcoming evening,

I was lost in her amorous tranquility.

She fastened her fluffy wings and tightened her fleshy cords

I poured my poetic juice, uncounted.

 

 I was caught in her wide-brimmed nest

And burrowed wild seeds into the little furrow.

Note: 

Noboganga- a little local river with stagnant and crystal water. The poet has a great attachment to it.