Mahtab Bangalee Poet Free verse

I Am of Wandering

I’m the tree
since my roots wandering,
here I open my heart
nothing else just kernel exudation

o’ wanderer; come, sit a while
beneath the breeze
look at the leaves
from God this is my letter
 in my alone wandering

in this letter I find
inside liveliness has eternal power
to live longer,

come, seek me, o’ dear
whispered I’m everywhere-
“as withered to vivacious
I’m existed at every layer.”



-January 28, 2019 Chattogram

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Caren Krutsinger January 28, 2019 at 4:26 AM I think we are all trees, and our roots are the wandering parts of us. Well-done, and understood uniquely. Inside liveliness is something I perpetually count on.