A great thinker

 



I can read the sadness veiled in your gleaning eyes, 

I can feel the emptied hollowed ness in your essence that you hide behind your jovial smile, accepting passionate voice, and an eager mind,

I can hear the unspoken words unscripted back inside of your vigilant mind, 

I can fathom the big heart you deploy yet you remain so humble trapped inside, 

I can sense your sorrows, all whines, 

But, let me remind you, all these frictions made you shine, 

Shine like a comet, a shooting star in the darkest night, 

Shine bright like a diamond concealed in the hued mud and fossil archetype, 

You are one of a kind, kindest of all soul, 

My soul yearns for you, for it recognized yours in the whimsical of entangled lives, 

We are separate souls but linearly aligned,

An union mingled in the stallion marked for breaking barriers miles and miles,

Bafflingly unified yet so paradoxical, 

You are a contradictions of all polarities, of all extremes so beautifully refined,

Curved like an ancient town, distant civilization,

You are just beyond all superstitions, an innocent innovation, a blooming flower cultivated in the breeding  heavenly ground so golden, on an autumnal evening-your fragrance shall be scattered all around delving each into your irresistible aura,

An illuminator shall reflect all light enlightening the derailed souls, putting back into the pavilion, 

You are a great moonlit breeze yet to be discovered in the bared skin, 

A great thinker of all time! 

And, undoubtedly a beautiful mind is more beautiful than any beauty of nature, 

Nature itself resides in your psyche, 

One whole universe is inside you, 

You have enmeshed all compassion within you for which you are so kind! 

Therapeutic is your words, your vision, your voice, that heals the unhealed,

Remedy of all remedial reliefs, 

Therapeutic might be your appearance as I haven’t seen any of your type, 

May the mission of yours making the world a better place come true, 

May we can build the utopian world in the dystopian time, a dream that came in the form of revelation from above or beyond our contemplation, 

Perhaps, a desire so strong to build a world of idealist nature now devoured in the gutter of dire consumptions, 

Perhaps, a struggle to be your own self, the  truest of all amidst the phase of fraudulent chaos, 

You are an epitome of beauty in my eyes, 

No I haven’t tasted your outer appearance, 

But, I have savored the best- the essence of the roots of your divergent soul that's so uniquely unified, yet so nerving, unravelled in the paralleled dimensions, 

Multilayered and mystical, 

A wondrous exhibition of introspection and depth!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 



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