Mahtab Bangalee Poet Free verse

Slave To News

I am no longer in the meditation cubicle
It is raining in the lame field of the heart
The fugitive sunshine of the dry summer is smiling
News of death in the infatuated smells of fruit
Not a sick body, however
This mind has now become terribly frightened
As a slave to the earthly miraculous news!


24.06.2020 Chattogram

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Andrea Dietrich June 28, 2020 at 4:46 PM Everyone today is becoming too enslaved to the news. But if it's miraculous news, it sounds like GOOD news!

Gershon Wolf June 28, 2020 at 1:41 PM I find that I'm a bit of a slave to the news myself, though I limit myself to an hour of radio a day and one newspaper a week. Yet I still devour whatever news I get like a hungry lion!... Your point is well-made, Mahtab. Thanks, Gershon