j.......................m You are not the morn dew, That is paled at a glance. You are a light of sunrise, Which will be enlighten The wide souls of human being And the dream of billions mind. You aren’t the whetted eye of The enrage public. Thy aspect, Like a shadow of heaven bliss That is tending carefully peace. Thou infancy was so beautiful For your won virtue, For that I describe your dignity. You are one of my poem, or Any portrait painted by an artist or A heart touched melody of Any Singer’s throat. Maybe you are a new bud Of any heart garden, Actually you are a Memory combined picture of freedom. From thou visit and remember, Flowing in my heart The floods of sky touch feelings. You are the moon of moonlight So I wish thou future polite. Kowshik Ahmmad