Sitting lazily beneath a snow-laden bough,
Solitude hath brought thee alive now.
With tearful eyes under my inky brow,
The love for thee doth ever grow.
Thy love hath for ever my heart warmed
Like a magical wand that hath charmed.
Thy silky touch hath not me yet balmed.
The love passion hath not as yet calmed,
To love thee forever on earth I was born,
Till Heaven, my love, I will go and mourn.
I’ll snatch thee from God, I have sworn.
O Heaven! Listen the prayer of a lovelorn.
….. Md Ahtesham Ahmad,
Andal, West Bengal