Immortality In Memory

No pigeon in my hand cage as wheat eater It’s far away now except the white feather Eat; eat but assorting good one for the health She tells it as the emblem of peace to be wealth She goes and I go too, she comes back and I too She flaps and I sweep, she flies and I grow up low She picks up from the clean pot and I look after all Queen of quills she offers and I keep behind the doll Now, it becomes fairy wings with embroidered loom Now the grain of stagnation dries up in mite’s dome The cage of words swarm on the memory of thriving Slowly, timer zone show the end line of everything In the groove of winds recycles the life and death Simultaneously the thought is alive is grateful fate © Mahtab Bangalee 27 January, 2022 Chattogram