Loving Draft

There is no snail, no oyster on your bathing shore; No swimming fish, no snake charmer in your diving core Hither and thither the fountain water bathes you a crystal rainbow bath; All over you; your beautification grace there’s a heart waiting for your loving draft I won’t laugh, I won’t weep I’ll take birth in your scent; I won’t walk, I won’t run I’ll wake in your relation mend Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee