Twilight

The burning sun is risen high and standing motionless.

Around the sun, the dark grey clouds are carrying rains.

Just down the clouds,
Almost touching the edge of the skyline there are the rows of Hundreds of houses .

The row of houses look same,
pale and quiet from the outside .

Who knows and hears the waves of tears, giggling joys and the stream of words are roaring inside them!

Everyone of us like the sun,
So high that out of reach…
So burning that impossible to touch…
Surrounded by issues and confusions so much that lost all bright colours and have becme grey!

Every life is like one house of those rows… Almost same…
Nothing new and interesting happening there…

But every day carries
Millions of tears, fears and words…

Then comes the night with starts and a moon…
Like dreams and hope and with some love and joy to live more and move on.

We meet the sun,
The grey clouds,
The pale sad houses everywhere,
But hardly we meet someone like the moon,
Gives pleasure and joy
And something nobler to ponder over integrity.

My precious love,
will you you please allow me to feel good with a moon like that,
People calls you by your name,
But for me you are my moon.

Masuma Rahman