You Are To Me
Nurul Hoque
I am waiting forever
for your answer.
You will come
To wet the texture of my desire
with your kind glances.
I imagine you sometimes as cloud
and sometimes as rain.
I wake up with your touch.
And your touch makes the texture
of my poetry fertile.
Your words are like a piece of flint
studded with diamonds,
the value of which
can never be calculated.
O Amravati
O my virtuous face.
Unbounded heart of poetry
Looked as mirror of my themes
You are not to me the capital
Of the Indian state of Andhra Pradesh.
Though it is located
On the banks of river Krishna in Guntur
You are always remain
in the bank of my heart
