Life- Game of River
rubbed out all sorrow
I am not in soreness of past
reminiscent note books is not for me
it seems all are in fake truth
fate is subtraction of my ahead
passerby I am all through loneliness
destined of meaningless wandering
all paths busy counter of slothful future
mirage of life makes me dreamy
detained I’m in illusion of life
Past, present and future
merely illusion of dreamy life
I am not in true
not in false enigmatic reality of indifferent life
ebb or tide
just a game of river
who is true or who is false just frame of life maker
-14/11/19 CTG, BD
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2019
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