Dead Leaf

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. 

Md. Rakib Hossain is an author and teacher from Bangladesh. He holds an MA in Applied Linguistics and 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.