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
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2020
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