Over Forty Nights Poem by Mamunur Rahman Kayes

You are talking that you had told
Seeing that you had seen,
Slowly the water drops into the sore
Slowly the sore is going to be darker; Ks,
How much I bear this cold
I am not belonging to you; Ks,
Our love not loves stopping
Become closer to closer, we and love would be indebted
Ks, into my arms look,
I caught you sleeping over forty nights,
Your deadly fairy face,
Sweltering nose, crooked lips
Staring at me if I kiss;
Forever not yours.