Fission

Here I'm on retirement without you With the blue canvas of memory Out of the scene Crystal raindrops shouting in the sharp dawn No Kohinoor of the London Tower is precious No Gold of Nevada is attractive But the wedding ring from the footpath hawker I offered- Here now I'm a shattered wantonness without you Dividing absorbent you are in my heart Nothing else except a fertile harvester A pen or some dumb words The seeds on the roots are drawing a stagnant river or a fission algae ©Mahtab Bangalee/2025_April