Lockdown-47th Day
No reproductive center of the words in pen
I feel the words being born in the ovary of
mind
Mind conceives the thoughts
In full time of pregnancy the thoughtful mind
giving birth
the words in the natural earth of literature
Now the earth
Burning furnace globe sphere
Sun warming swallowing the all words in
hungry time
My inside killing itself on the door of death to
rebirth another sunny words
11.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
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