No More This Time
The eyes of mild dawn on the body of sky
No nose to smell
No ear to hear
No tongue to speak and taste
No hand to touch
No leg to walk away
Just has open breast where heart is playing
A divine ancient game
White rose water on the field
Fertile land in contented embracing
Watering, planting; Watering, planting
No fertilizer comes to interfere
No locust comes to deter far
Yet, swindled all in the imperishable air
Luster of eyes in diminution fair,
In blind, deaf and dumb gyre
No more this time-
Within the blink of eye
Sleeping is wrecked into smile
World finds the sweet child
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
31/10/2022
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2022
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