Grace I Want Poem by Asimuzzaman Asim

How hard would be a distance, that's all I brancard…

Be it God, stone, angel or sinner whom we love,
Nothing but life gets devoted for a sweetheart.

Each of us waits in our own manner for her grace,
Few hurl the roses, while few throw the dart.

Weakened by my heart here I rest and look at people,
For merely an inch, go lengths to tear the world apart.

To converse vague and cryptic when face to face,
Then self-convincing and wishing a fresh-start.

How the heck people are so adamant in animosity?
We fail so colossally even in little matters of heart.

Someday we weep on arrival of new seasons,
Someday, in a search of good old times, we depart.