Khairul Ahsan Poems
No love is as overwhelming and as pristine,
As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen.
When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold
Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold.
She seeks a hand to hold and wants hers as well be held,
In secluded privacy, from the outside world as if shelled.
She wants to love and be loved, to touch and be touched,
Promises never to leave the hand that she fondly clutched.
Standing on the crossroads of childhood and puberty,
She seeks a soul mate, not one who is always flirty.
She feels lonely at ...
A child clutches at her father's finger,
Her hands held firmly by her mother.
A woman wants her man's ardent arms
Wrap her in strength and loving charms.
A man seeks in his woman's bosom
A space for love, peace and inspiration.
These little bonds of love and affection
Keep us tied in complete satisfaction.