When I will not be Here…

When I will not be Here…

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

When I will not be here,

Will you miss me?

My dear,

Will your eyes search for me to see?


When the cattle rush toward the farm,

Covering the setting sun with the flying dust,

Will you miss my arm?

You have to miss me; yes, you must.


As the seeds wait for the sun’s ray,

For you my soul will gladly stay.    

© 2014 Md. Ziaul Haque

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Added on November 22, 2014
Last Updated on November 22, 2014
Tags: Miss, Dear, Eyes, Sun, Ray, Soul, Seeds, Stay, Rush, Farm, See, Dust


Md. Ziaul Haque
Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh

Md. Ziaul Haque is originally from Zakiganj, Sylhet, Bangladesh. He is a poet, epic writer, writer, academic, thinker, songwriter, short story writer, reviewer, columnist, essayist, researcher and sch.. more..