-Mohammad Mamun Mia
To get your touch
I fly like steam in the blue horizon
Go to the unknown edge
Get mixed in white and black clouds
Float in the Himalayan mountains
In the valley
In the gulch
In the moonlit night.
To get your touch
I get down being rain on the land
Want to get mixed in the estuary of the river
Want to be faded in the fathomless sea
Only to get thee.
To get your touch
I play on the flute
Like the Pied Piper of Hamelin
In the edge of the field green
On the foothills of the mountain
On the alley
On the sidewalk
The roads well or rough.
To get your touch
I find you in the darkness or light
In the fair of the stars
As far as the world goes to the border
In the rainbow colour
To the planets
And whereabouts.
To get your touch
I do efforts all-out.
