Thousand Years Of Love Poem by P.A. NOUSHAD (SHOMSI)

I was placed at this side of window
two years back,
now, this is my window
my only window of the room,
a mystic window
shaped with the chisels
of the gone past,
as a thoughtful and beautiful
verse on woods,
the window became my close friend then,
I have been in the bed
for the last two years,
unable, running for the life,
I lie quietly by the window,
from the bottom of my bosom
dreams and longings arise,
I invite the stars for dinner
through this window
and I chat with the moon here,
I wait for my son
away from the concept of time
each moment of my waiting
is for thousand years of love, I feel,
till the silence descend from the sky
and efface the footprints of mine.