Rainy Demands Poem by Hossain Shohag

When you want poems on rainy days from me,
The rain itself turns ink to write you near—
Your skin, a canvas, words flow wild and free,
Each drop a verse that brings your essence here.

I long to feel your head upon my chest,
To kiss your forehead gently, tenderly—
With lips, I'll trace a rhyme where you find rest,
A lyric sung through touch, eternally.

Be my poetry, I'll will myself to you,
Be my sweet tune, I'll sing you evermore—
Be what you wish, in all you say and do,
But please be mine, as waves embrace the shore.

Rain speaks the words that thunders do impart—
Yet bolts reveal the image of cloudy heart.