Oh Pooja! Yet you didn't come! The burning soul The blazing flame Inside me, Mite water splash on it. Sympathize the words of respiration Splash again in cells, Muscles are extracted to be included Abusive nature pulling me aside. Oh Pooja! Yet you didn't come! Hold me and step forward. Yet you didn't come... "Pooja...!" Oh I forgot! It's just a prayer.

Gaze into my eyes Depict me the scene It won't be pertinent It won't be delicate. The way I act Makes me seem outrage It makes me seem keen But look into my eyes. There you will see See the pummel See the enmity In my eyes I will seem distant. Look into my eyes There you will see everything Everything I cleave inside There you will see me. Afzalur Rahman