Need Cool Air
It's noon
I'm on the way of Shahbagh
Before the National Museum
Pineapple, Mango, Litchi
scatter their scent,
Sweetest flavor of Jackfruits
loots my nostrils
Gluttonous flies
flying over the seasonal foods
The summer sun
fries my skin; oh its burning hot
No air is flowing
Your fair makeup is gluing,
sweating, blowing
Fearless the dog in supine
In the crowded it closes its eyes
Global warm pierces it, need cool air! '
-Wednesday, June 12, 2019 Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2019
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