You Will Come

I know you will come Yes, I know you will touches the exuberant youth of that fir tree, in the touch of the seriousness of the meditation of the Himalayas, holding the cool stream of the fountain of the mountain, by the chirping beat of the sparrow and myna, in the solitary departure of the white egret, by the loving whippers of the lone consonant of the dove, in the lively swimming of silver hilsa fish of the Padma, thru the tune of the boatman's song, at the end drizzling of the monsoon, with the autumnal frost You will come I know you will come Yes, I know you will to increase the speed of this mental meditation, to light the torch of immortal love in this heart, before the falling afternoon of life, at the rising of the supernatural reverence of the youthful sun You will come -Chattogram