Aimlessness-04
Nineteen ninety one, at the age of six saw the frenzied dance of the cyclone
In the atrocious dark of the night, we were out of sleep, fighting with wild storm
We heard the scream of people, lost our tin shed whole roof with the garret zone
On the waist of uncle I cried out for safe shelter but everyone was in unsafe mourn
In the light of next day I forgot the night and was busy to pick up fallen mangoes in lorn
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
24/10/2022
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2022
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