Yet I Feel The Rhythm Of Love Poem by Saiful Sirnwel

No one can think how my bloods flow on sand
Though trembling winds blow through the vase
Where wonderful spring leaps on my flabby hand
Alas! I am alone I have no friend...

It hurts me, a number of death I face
As I belong to fact of human love:
When she dies down, she blooms in my own race
Alas! I have no way to show my grace...

She calls me once again as if I were dove
But it's a dream, no more she will call me
No more she will come back from the vale clough
But why! Yet I feel the rhythm of love...

When all things tremble all sink in the sea
When all hopes get a trouble way to flee,
I swear I will enjoy the humming bee
I swear I'll seek you nowhere but in me.

©® Saiful Sirnwel, (8 April,2021)