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
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