In Searching Of
Poetry or you
I couldn't write or draw
On the lips of the page
The ink of the infant wisdom
just peeing the flowery scent
On the thoughts of the botanical nature
The skin of the time is scratched trigger
In the wheels of sunny years
gripping, losing, building, decaying
like the mould of the daffodil's life
No girl, no poetry
No poetry, no life
No life, no death
So, no girl, no value
All evaluations are a trifle new
©Mahtab Bangalee
8th January, 2025
Chattogram
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