Lost Love

By one step two steps I walk thousands of miles Now on to another millennium Withered petals, fallen leaves Washed away footprints and hand writings Now on gathered in dusty envelop Feathers of peacock, colorful bangles Anklet ring and black orchid perfume Now on stored in the tattered bag Past has gone away far behind Poetic presence is the beautiful companion For the future don’t want lost the mirror Lost love I won’t draw on the sky canvas Lost love I won’t incarnate in the temple Lost love won’t write in the poetic note Wound birth won’t find out the lost love Wound birth won’t wait for the lost love Wound birth won’t believe more ….. ©Mahtab Bangalee Chattogram 26/12/2022