Birthday
Time is too old
Space, the great emptiness, nothingness- too old all are
Amorphous, Shapeshifting, decaying to vanishing
This world, the solar system, the universe, galaxies- one to another
All are too old
This I, an existence from two biological consuming body
To this oldness, this subsistence comes to enjoy all
The moment of the rising sun greets with a pink face
rosy lips of the eastern sky say- Happy Birthday
the white page of the earthly book writes
-a song of coming life with an elegant verse;
solemn and depth feelings;
the surrounding of the home dances
rapturous, delightful everywhere
with the sweetened tongue to say together- Happy Birthday
all, all in the new style though in old from the form of time
10.08.2020 Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment