Lover Of Fire Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

When the moon will hide into the dark cave
And the wind will whisper in the tree
My beloved come on crossing the jungle of fear
I'll wait at my door with a garland of my tear.
Who's for whom in this cruel world?
Each fellow is selfish, monstrous and backward.
I don't hear noise of roses but caterwaul and howl
Now I'm out-cast like a broken winged black owl.
You're a lover of fire; your house is in a buffer zone of nebula
Yet I've to taste your vigorous kiss, as the wind kisses a tabula.
Who but you will embrace my garland and will ask, "Are you fine? "
After farewell kiss my incomplete journey will touch the border line.