Ink of Poetry
o' the past,
thorny past (beyond fog )
you are forgettable!
for that, poor heart hides itself
into the deep water (stability)
to be appeased of the past
the intolerable (thin bamboo) heart
comes to my tattered hut
wants to remind the past
cause- written ink although dried up
yet, its fragrance is alive and it strikes the heart
-January 30, 2019 Chattogram
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From my comment on Luo Zhihai's Poem: Poetry And Ink Are Fragrant (at POEMHUNTER.COM)
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2019
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