Dillema Poem by Md Jahiruddin Sarkar

O moon! You are nice,
Your face like the infant,
That lately born in the morning.
Your smile like the couple,
That they share during their wedding ritual.
The obscure night slightly gets light
With the advent of you.
You! who brings the limpidity
And tranquillity to the night,
And everything plays like a woman,
Playing with her dulcimer.

But, all the peaceful bounds
Go in an ever changing way.
Sometimes you seem like a little baby,
Sometimes like a full-grown virgin,
Or a worn-out weaver.
Men who are around you
Unable to ascertain your stance.
Your movement carries mysteries
Like the stories of the myth.
Men who are so imminent to you,
Cannot measure your fathom,
The way you move.
O! helpless man o! emotional mankind.

One day indeed mystery will reveal
And publicise your secret phenomenon
And then people will feel unwavering
Who are under this canon.