Oh you love poets

Ancient and modern

With your beautiful words of pain

Beautiful agonies and breathtaking sufferings

Your heart wrenching, tear soaked verses

Don’t deny me the right to rhyme

I have my love

Constant and comfortable

I may not suffer as soulfully as you

But I too feel

I too have things to express

It is not only in unrequited love that feelings lie

The wonder of the world

The calm happiness of fulfilled love

These things too have great beauty

Worth some words of praise

Some song of wonder

Dhaka 2011