You Poem by Nazmul Haque

When a thirsty man takes a handful of water
from a river full to the brim,
The river does never know what is taken,
But the man does always know what he gets.

When I drink from
the fountain of your beauty,
You lose a little, but I get a lot.

She is beautiful in a way that
you never like to draw no comparision,
You just crown her from right inside
the core of your heart.

A single glance of her face
makes but a full pilgrimage complete,
And the sublime feeling the soul within
does spray the spiritual perfume.

Neither she is nor can I
make her mine forever,
She is like an image upon the water,
that I must not touch if i must keep her.

To ask the reason why
is to ask in vain,
Its just the magic of the moment
which itself is unexplainable.

To give the feeling a shape
or to send the message from heart to heart,
There is no way out,
but to live with the helplessness.

That she is, is reason enough
to make this life worth-living,
Her very existence makes
today suitable to live in,
and tomorrow to wait upon.