Child Feeding
Walking I'm through the shadow of self under the full moon night; towards the horizon the stepping chariot is proceeding; unstoppable all fences into the forest of unseen sights; conversation with the mother of dark night is bringing me to the father of shining dawn; in the smiling roots of the sky I'm sucking the honey-beam.
Wings of the child smile
Demand parental feeding;
Nectar of breast bud
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
15/11/2022
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2022
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