Mahmudul Hasan

Published: 14/12/2024

It was the dead hours of a moonlit night,

Cloaked in darkness, silence reigned everywhere.

The silvery moon was laughing,

Like a blooming flower.

In heaven’s high bower,

Birds’ chirping became

calmer and calmer.

The luminous stars over the gloomy sky,

Twinkling gently.

As the white sugar spark split,

Over the black marble randomly.

Through this heavenly nature,

I stepped out to forget my distress.

To forget,

The storms of cruel stress.

Near the graveyard along the long way,

Amidst the bushes behind the old hay.

It was a divine sweet aroma,

That erased my agony with magical charisma.

I became desperate,

Looking for the origin of that fragrance.

Like the hopeless lover,

Having no bit of patience.

By the direction

of the sparkling light.

It was night-blooming jasmine

whom I found, lady of the night.

In that colorful moment,

I fell for that lovely aroma,

That spread everywhere

like volcanic magma.

Enamored by the aroma, an eternal embrace,

It swept away distress, like molten joy in space.

Author details:

Name: Mahmudul Hasan

Email: mh8294021@gmail.com

Grade: Govt. Bangla College, Class – 12