Mahtab Bangalee Poet Prose Poetry

Mental Health

Nowadays
I'm in the shattered sighs
An insipid ink in the poetic realm 
Unable to express in words to words
All green leaves lost in the abysmal thought
No south breeze vibrates the finger's pen
Page of every moment passes everything idly
Springtime of July in Bangla has come and go
No change didn't come to wake the languorous veins
Nothing is in my liking phase anymore really
Because exploring the mental health of politics in poetry.


©18th August, 2024
Chittagong

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Jan Allison August 18, 2024 at 5:30 AM well penned , its hard to be motivated to write when your muse is not inspired - love the use of 'shattered sighs; hugs jan xx

Clive Culverhouse August 18, 2024 at 3:47 AM an insipid ink in the poetic realm, great line. I felt your pain in this expressive write, Mahtab