Still Empty
Closed shattered the walking desert!
Moving airy mind in the open sky
finds the wings
Everything is there
In this universe, a full of adolescent beauty
No, I really didn't bring anything
At the wharf of primordial unearthly female genitals
In the convergence of enjoyment
I am a beggar
No, I have nothing
Being an anchorite, I am rapturous
In the verse of longer song,
In the deific rhythm of ektara
love comes, love goes
to the unknown confused noise
The poetic mind is empty with the antenatal river
So, still sings in the guise of asceticism
15.10.2020 Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2020
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