When She
Stares at Me
I M R U L K A Y E S
When she comes so close to me
I become a restless bee.
When she sings so sweet a note
I behold heart sailing a boat.
When she sits by face to face
I start restless race.
When she takes my hands with care
I dare to touch her hair.
When she
stares at me for long
I become a
poet of song.
23
August 2007
Khulna.
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