Your memories comes to me as a wind

It touches and my soul starts getting

All those feelings which were created while imagining

Oh we never met for long but it feels like I am soaked for ages in raining

I am in love with you

And you know it too

It gonna be hard and difficult

If you take long time to make a decision

Oh time is running

Rivers are changing

The wind is blowing

And it’s hard and painful to let love to go through suffering

Your images are engraved on me like a tattoo

The moments that we lived for short term remains on me as a haiku

The first and last thing that comes to my mind is you

Oh, I wonder whether you know of how much I want you?

                                                                                          ~ Moin Uddin

                                                                                              Kathmandu, Nepal