Lone Grumbling
Shabby Temple
O' the tavern is;
Inn for the loneliness;
but alone I’m in crowded,
none listens to anyone;
and then an intoxicated brain
swings into drowsy self!
bubbling the word,
muttering the poem
…..
-April 10, 2019, Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2019
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