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 ...
Love Your Spouse
Love is the essence of life.
Life is beautiful, because love is there.
It's we who mess up our lives, unaware.
Then we cease to see love with our eyes,
Fail to see even when it comes not in disguise.
Our hearts fail to pass the cognitive test,
Our ears do not pick the tunes in right earnest.
All poets glorify love.