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POETIC LANGUAGE IS LOVE

Jobless mind, moving hither to thither
North to south, east to west, over the world
Vagrant; silent speaker with self alone
Routes breeding other nude routs to wander
Lonely I’m with me, talking with sole mind
Ink pot, quills, tattered paper wrapped my sight
I’m sitting to write some shattered thinking
Feeling into me lacking of language
I’ve lost knowledge of language to write me!

I’ve come to unique planet of poet
Have the poets any language to write 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 humane back bone
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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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