Md. Ziaul Haque
Md. Ziaul Haque Poems
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Your Love Is My Means To Live
As a drowning man catches at a straw,
Your love for me though,
Is my ultimate means to breathe, to live,
A force like the west wind that makes me strive.
A person may stay alive with no water,
No food whatsoever,
For a few days or so,
But I can’t survive without seeing you.
If you ever stop loving me,
My soul shall depart for eternity.
Fragrance Of Love
Can you smell the fragrance of love in the air?
It like the presence of Aphrodite and Eros is just there,
Escape from it is not achievable,
Since it will bathe you with the smell.
Love is life, the unseen spirit,
That like Salim and Anarkali everyone tries to meet,
Fortunate they are who have the bliss,
Of love in their hearts as a niche.