Poetic Language Is Love

Jobless mind, moving hither to thither North to south, east to west, over the world A vagrant; silent speaker with self alone Routes breeding other nude routs to wander Lonely I’m with me, talking with sole mind Inkpot, quills, tattered paper-wrapped my sight I’m sitting to write some shattered thinking Feeling into me lacking language I’ve lost knowledge of language to write to me! I’ve come to the unique planet of poet Have the poets any language to write to them? Which language is preferred by them to write? Not sure I’m; but know that they are pure love Their literacy, wisdom, struggle – love Their writings, dispute, freedom-fighting- love This love is not to discriminate world This love is not to break the humane backbone This love is not for the spiteful talking They do not know how to hate peaceful world They do not know how to hate humankind Their ink of quills don’t spread stain of vengeance I’ve come to their planet to expose me Here I find all of body, breath, nerve, veins Here I find nature, fauna and flora Here find river, ocean, mountain, cosmos Here find volcano, meteor, galaxies All solar systems here adorned lovely Here find civic to polity, soul-state Science, creed, spiritual, mysticism Animate, inanimate all are here All I’ve got in love to make peace living Their writings are not for the passed away Their writings are past, present and future As living undying legend leads all Ink of Poetic pen lives for the years As accompany of Almighty soul -December 24, 2018 Chattogram