Hey
stream—
Keep
away the beats of your heart,
I
wont turn to you even in my thirst:
Not
the sun, nor any lust,
No endurance either—
save
the moonshine lets me down.
Ample
sources of happiness are
in Sita’s ostracism I know,
Hey
stream—
break your bodily passions through ‘
believe me, I won’t turn to you
to spread moonshines in poetry !
Quazi
Rosy
(1949--)