Silent Love

In this shattered dream I didn’t want the silence Goalless the flying hope On the swinging touch I wanted the love But I’ve to be silent I wanted a warm kiss I wanted the agitated touch I wanted the elated shared bed Expected impassable celebration Expected never decaying pleasant time I expected the love But I’ve to be silent Age in the teen, golden period Playful density in the mind Blue tickled embracing Inebriated dance weaving A knot of hands in hands Wandering steps on the silvery pebbles Sipping espresso with the masking sun Drizzling on the oceanic hills Everything I wanted with the love I drew a crowded station on the winked canvas of love But silence, silence everywhere Now I’ve to survive in the silent letter O’ Love is the farmer of the silence with the craving surf ©Mahtab Bangalee 29th January, 2025 Chattogram