Your eyes don’t reflect the eucalyptus radiance
and I bare my forehead to the clouds passing by
and contemplate why
when I have grown the uncalled-for habit
of comparing your existence to the eternal
beauty of an irresolute thought
vanished into the air in an imitation of the infantile leaves
as you make your way over to where I sit ramrod straight
because your very appearance has me unmade
~Raisa Anan Mustakin
Bangladesh