By: Md. Rakib Hossain

Falling leaves and flown sands,
I’m here to catch with unopened hands.
You only asked for a hairclip,
But I bought a dead emerald leaf.

Your love’s stare is so intense,
As far I can recall my name in sense.
Why don’t you look at my eye’
Until I die.

Smile heals like a treatment,
Yet temporaries are permanent.

You became cold and died,
I remember the sweetest sight.
Dark night in snow white,
You never walk in sunlight.

I become blind and grateful,
Walking alone is so peaceful.
Yet your love’s wings wrap with care,
As if whispering: “hey, hurry here.”

But the leaf disappeared, in soil and air,
We are, but alone with dear and near.

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Md. Rakib Hossain is an author and teacher from Bangladesh. He holds an MA in Applied Linguistics and English Language Teaching (ELT) from Jahangirnagar University. His poem appeared in The Criterion: An International Journal in English. His work explores the themes of life and death, hope and disappear, focusing on the concept of formless Love.