Love at Second Sight
Dream is a mystery sometimes unfolded
amidst creeping eeriness
unstipulated to the seemingly compos mentis.
As long as my stint in your thought
bears a meaning for life
because I wish to worship the sanctity
of your feeling for me and tree,
clouds wait for a breeze and soft rain soaks
a parched soul and dry land
scattering the smell of sopping mud.
Lava doesn't count on you or me
when it needs to flare up
but the sky is safe from wrath and damage.
Looking at a twinkling star,
you may have a different perspective
as you reckon differently
but even a second sight of a child
makes them imagine a winged horse
on which they travel faster
to sky and catch the lambent light of the star.
At the end of a rough day
when evening descends in high spirits
a second chance captivates you.
A pull towards a second soul always appeals
a traveller, an eternal traveller,
rambling alone for months and years
along creepy streets, through dark woods.
Mohammad Shafiqul Islam, poet, translator, and academic, is Professor of English at Shahjalal University of Science and Technology, Sylhet, Bangladesh.