She Was Right Next To Me Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

She was right here,
To hold her hand I went closer,
But she shrank herself so tight,
Like a touch-me-not.

I love her and this thought,
Was driving me like a robot,
I didn't care about her feelings just then,
But now for upsetting her I feel a little pain.

Perhaps she wanted me closer too,
Yet a fence of religion was between the two,
Of us that did the job of the guardian,
Letting her keep distance again and again.

I felt like kissing her on the forehead,
When I tried her cheeks like ruby went red,
May the catalyst was her beauty,
That kept dragging me towards her frequently.

I covered my conscience with a thick rug,
And went for a sweet hug,
Shy she was like Marvell's ‘coy mistress' reborn,
I let her know of my love for her soon.