Illusory Hotchpotch
So many paths
Reflecting on broken mirror of certainty
Someone asks- who is poetry?
Reply comes- God!
Whining- what is poet?
Mumbling- to know the nothingness!
Original is always pronounced unseen
The vowel is influential with consonant
Consonant carries a shaped with the unshaped
Who and what is truth?
Neither vowel nor consonant!
Neither poetry nor poet!
Sliding on so many paths
Wrong and meaningless the truth is
if have nothing in the Shape!
Illusory hotchpotch!
27.07.2020 Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2020
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