Poet- Dr. A.M. Asif Rahim। May 11, 2026
I have walked endlessly across horizons—
on the soil’s chest, through grass, even on paved roads.
I never wished for roses, never saw a rainbow in the sky,
nor did I paint in the frame of the evening light
an image of tears like yours.
Since you became someone else’s companion,
I never longed for rebirth in the crow’s eyes
like Bonolota Sen, nor did I write any poem
or become anyone’s beloved poet.
Since you let go of my hand,
like Helal Hafiz, I did not burn my household of emotions
in the fire of Chaitra, sighing in regret.
I did not blame anyone, mixing spoiled pollen in grief,
asking—how much suffering can one woman give in a lifetime?
Even after you left me forever, like Nirmalendu Goon,
I did not analyze too deeply
your absence dissolving into blue grass felt in my living existence.
Yet, carrying countless pains,
on starry nights I still search for your touch.
I no longer see in the beloved resting on my chest
the face of any dream-chasing unknown happiness.
Yes, even without you, I still exist.
I know the word “love” is nothing but a complete lie—
a cruel, lifelong ache of the game called love,
that tempts and deceives.
All those Falgun springs and artificial poetic words,
all those poems—are nothing but helpless imaginations
like kites cut loose from rhyme and rhythm, drifting aimlessly.
Where neither you nor I exist anymore,
still remains—
only some unfulfilled, deep-rooted longing,
like coagulated blood turned into restless desire.
