For Every New
O Poetry
you've come
to my grove
onto my bed
as the beauty of immortal goddess
as the Aphrodite from the innocent foam
O Poetry
no, no,
believe me
I didn't write you with a stain
I don't write you with a sigma
you are always alive
in the inn of my soul
as the holy drunkard lovely pain
O Poetry
life or death
just conundrum math
I let both of these not meet you
old one I bid adieu
to make place for every new
- September 05, 2019 Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2019
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