I search you in my every dream
with the same old feeling
that a teenaged boy used to have
for his first but untouched love.

I look on the same old smiles
that a teenaged girl used to put on her face
especially the special one that makes me
to fall in love with you in evey sight.

Alone I walk in the beach of Cox's Bazar
the beauty of midnight dark ocean
and the member of this unshared feeling
my fervent moon with iridescent half moonlit.

The unflagging waves poignantly posse me
with her thirsty for making me chivalrous
the shenanigans between me and my moon
drastically increased in my credulous citadel.

The absence of her makes me subordinate of time,
makes the mid dark night becoming sunrises,
my fervent moon becoming dissappear,
but alas my unshared truth is still fulminating.