The Irony

In this bared land of the fertile alphabets
You didn't spread out the mat of poetry

Thousands crore of years I rowed the oar of your spring
No smiling flower bloomed there in the desired tree

Lost, I lost the parlours of the Sirius due to chasing your winks
No ink of the rose day I sipped to inscribe a couplet of the ivy

Now I'm running away from the fist of the empirical uterus
Where you were my poem but the destitution is irony!

©Mahtab Bangalee
February 13, 2024
Chattogram
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Stark Avatar
May 1, 2024 at 12:08 PM
Beautifully woven string of thoughts
Agustin Avatar
March 12, 2024 at 2:57 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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