Nights Poem by Delwar Hossain

Honorable nights all,
Strolling in your green fields
We seek our own oasis
Despite having known missing
Some one desires death so far
One plus one is three
And two plus one is four
Cling to wrong counting process for ever
We hesitate not in printing
Our own names in accounts book at pleasure
Again many of the many search easy going way
Figuring on the foot touched shoes
And this is how walk along
The morning long passage
Whereas, you are absent up to now
In the midst of jingle tune we find no trace of you.