I Won'T Write But

Give a piece of story Where homeless tears live I won’t write a poem Give me the beautiful evening snow of winter Give me the yellow envelop leaves of autumn Give me the dreary thunderstorm of monsoon Give me the hottest stone of scorching summer Give me the loving maple crown of spring time I won’t write a poem I won’t write a poem Because in poem the book cannot describe them good I won’t write a poem Because in poem the pen cannot spread ink of love I won’t write a poem Because in poem the alphabets cannot bloom as rose Give a piece of story Where homeless tears live Won’t write but there I’ll be a poetry © Mahtab Bangalee Chattogram 20/11/2022