Cause To Stray Poem by Asimuzzaman Asim

My beloved has ensnare me in a ambit, it be sticked…
I desore not to chit, but feast me an uncertainty, it seems…

That countenance is akin to an apothecary for me…
Its visitation lends affiance, my heart has shrine, it seems…

From very moment I joint that enthralling glance,
I found myself up to embark on any journey, it seems…

Such spacious is an stamp of my beloved's possesor…
What is captured by mirrors at best is a fractionality, it seems…

To my globe my beloved is a bounty no neuter than the spheres…
For wherever I go, his shadow moves along me, it seems