Lockdown- 17th Day
Busy path was that
Like before but less walker
Beside the rail line
Grasses are growing
Greenly lives now on that path
Decorating well
At the setting sun
Your spreading two hands as if
wanna hug pink sky
Emptiness walking speedy
with pang tears in world home
Dove of evening time
Calling from far forlorn bush
As an fear angel
Face of off TV
Trembling the inside grief nerves
Cause death news still on
Sound proof time bombs on world air
Blasting step by step in whole
As life-destroyer
Made of biochemical
By secret agent as curse
Before the mirror
I'm dreaming that bomb near me
Brightest moon went far
Probably next sun no more
Through my window crystal glass
Yet I'm screaming here
It's dream, maybe mind will die
Heart will get rebirth
My soul will be immortal
For world I'm the one true love
11.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2020
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