Cheap Legacy
Vast lands on both sides of the desolate road. The journey was through the foggy cold of moonlit night. The biker and I were running alone to the enlightened canvas. No end of the celestial cosmic rhythm of heart just listened from the whispering winter wind. Sufi sounds of the drum embraced every rib of the soul. Moon, night, and loneliness abated the desire for mundane concession. No favor of coming back from the mystical fair could arrest us. Even so, we have returned to the world's acting stage.
To enjoy cash soul
Human by born world's actor
Leave the divine peace
© Mahtab Bangalee
January 15, 2025
Chattogram
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