Who Is She Poem by MD SHAHADAT HOSSAIN

Who Is She
My mind is thirsty for her,
I search her in the sky,
I can hear the sound of her legs everywhere.
That's why my mind is always cry.
Sometimes she peeps into my thirsty mind,
Sometimes she comes to me in my dream,
I can feel she is not far behind.
I can also feel she is floating over the airstream.
she is not a crooked woman,
In the light of the darkness,
She treats me as like as a clergyman.
I can see someting is shining on her face called shyness.