Past 2 am, the crescent moon is my lover tonight.
Its half-lit face on the eclipsed window is my sadness tonight.
On my bed, my sleep isn’t going to wane my craving for a kiss on my nightmares tonight.
My eyes desire to caress the unspoken words before its disappearance tonight.
My palms cup the lonely moonbeams and urge it to settle on my bosoms tonight.
My heartbeat wants to be held by a heart in the sky of love tonight.
My lips want to rest on the lips kissing my crescent moon tonight.
– Sufia Khatoon