Oh Monchielle of Love
thou fittest me like glove
inside His palm, His child,
aiming up like a dove
of love, truthful and wild.
Oh Monchielle of Love
unnotched from up above
ye knowest when to heal,
without the earthly shove
of sheltered, human creel.
Oh Monchielle of Love
your written word thereof
tells me I am worthy
Thou shalt be my ringdove
in my lonesome journey
Oh Monchielle of Love
receptacle of love
pannikin of my soul
thou fittest me like glove
cored inside, heaven's cove.
Categories:
ringdove, appreciation, father,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
Cozy crimson sky highlighted
Clouds, in corners, gold ignited
Cranes and cuckoos fly exited
Wherefrom is this ringdove?
Compassion in thoughts, words, and deeds
Complying with kind nature's needs
Cosmos cultivates complex seeds...
Is there, midst, a foxglove?
Calmness carves the clandestine cores
Cardinals commence carefree tours
Calcites and corals hug in scores
Cool breeze is on the move
Categories:
ringdove, nature,
Form: Verse
An adornment of your love
Embrace
Grace
Our Lord love abounds
Sought and found
Father rejoice
Precious be your voice
Through the echo they sing
Seasons of Spring
Young ones are learning
God eggs are hatching
The presence of God son is here
New buds appear
Birth
Went forth
Miraculous trees
Exposing growth to each seed
Honoring our King
Planted by the spring
Jesus Christ
Gave us life
Illumination of sight
Within your rays of light
Categories:
ringdove, blessing, earth, father, growth,
Form: Free verse
By the kissing of sunlight
This cold body feels good
Leaves on leaves of tamarind
Care the shade on the pond
Floating ephemeral clouds
Court the light of lunation
Wings of the gratified butterflies
Unite the dews and blossoms petals
Flying ringdove in the words of songs
Coo the love to back to warmth sense
Breaths via the breeze touch the cruise,
And pass my boatman of the Padma
Night on the crossing river begets the sun
In sights manifold shape of beauties return
Pines stand with the voiceless hymn recitation
Willows knock on the doors of rippling waters
No head is engrossed in the blooming buds
But beneath the palm tree, I smell you with a lark
No dark there is, and no pain of loneliness gripes me
looking forward to meeting you to discover my entity
-24.11.2020 Chattogram
Categories:
ringdove, love,
Form: Free verse
No hungry in heart
blooming petals and ringdove
seraphic consume
-24.11.2020 Chattogram
Categories:
ringdove, love,
Form: Haiku