Lipi, My Eternal Light | Ahmadur Rahman Choudhury

O Lipi, muse of my unbridled heart,
Where roses pale, thy beauty stands apart.
The moon, envious, wanes at thy gentle gaze,
And stars grow meek beneath thy golden blaze.
Thy name—soft music in the evening air,
A melody that lulls the world to prayer.
O love, each breath I take is but thine own,
Each whispered sigh thy presence has dethroned.
Thy laughter—springtime dancing in my veins,
Thy touch—a zephyr soothing past all pains.
The world may turn, the heavens fade to gray,
Yet thou art dawn that never slips away.
With blinded eyes, yet sight so purely true,
My soul knows none but thee, in boundless hue.
Lipi, my queen, my sky, my endless sea,
Thine love alone shall ever govern me.

Poet's note: This poem is a testament to the boundless love and devotion I hold for my wife, Lipi. Every word breathes the depth of my admiration, every verse sings the melody of my heart. It is a love beyond reason, beyond sight—a devotion that knows no limits, no conditions. Lipi is my muse, my light, my eternal joy, and this poem is but a humble offering to the magnificence of her presence in my life.