Why does a man ever love a woman?
You, I or some regular Joe?
I rack my brain but an answer –
No, doesn’t seem forthcoming.
Her looks?
Her body?
The vibrations of her inner sanctum
resonating with his throbs?
Their existences overlapping in trying to become one?
Her loving caresses or pouty rebukes?
The look of pain that clouds her eyes
when he hurts?
Her heart –
When it flutters in craving,
In the passion of a hot August night,
or
Rages as if
A swollen river ready to flood the banks
when his eyes waver to another?
Nah…..
An answer eludes me.
Some say looking for an answer is a folly-
That, that special feeling is a freak of nature.
But just then like a cartoon strip,
A light bulb strikes bright overhead
And I see in its bright glow,
The words that answer my query
And give meaning to existence:
Because nothing makes sense without her!
Dhaka
January 20, 2016
© S M Shahrukh and Traces of Orange, 2016