No Meeting In Inconsistency

I thought by the rhetorical words of poems I will ornate you, But you wanted the rainbow colored moon I thought by the passionate pages of full poem I will make hearty hut for you, But you wanted a floating palace with pink clouds I thought I will make divine dresses for you by the intoxicated lines of rhythmic poems, But you wanted to wear the mermaid dress Within your life's insinuation I didn't find any harmony I wrote poems for you But now insects are building nests in the old books of poems My eyes sought you on your coming path But now both sights becomes blind I sang loudly for your rapturous meeting with me But now vocal cords of my voice are torn I waited for long time for your slight visiting But now I'm under the unaided tomb Oh, to me you didn't come So, I didn't make any chum 01.10.2020 Chattogram