Mona Lisa poem by A.K. Ruhul Amin

I will be devotee
Seeing long heir at the spring morning
In touch of golden light
Or country path covered with dew
You are a poetry of century .

I will be Keats
In a spring visit our morose world
Or our baby on an inland of cinnamon.

As face as artistry of Tajmahal
Tired sailor catches
Rainbow Butterfly
Smell of marigold.

Have seen hungry world
In the eye of lass
As you as an inheritor of
“Mother Teresha”
Keep your hand for earth.

Once upon a time
At the mysterious cottage
Like other Monalisa
Will you say how are you.

– Bangladesh