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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 © | Year Posted 2020

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