When I look forward to your face
I feel shivering in my heart.
When I follow your trace,
It reaches up to dry to the level of Sahara desert.
I feel I love you so much
Which can't be measure.
I feel my love is that
Which never you can desire.
My love has reached
To the level of Everest mountain.
And it wouldn't be end,
If ever couldn't dry ocean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Ekramul Hoque. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks