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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

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Beata Agustin

Date: 3/12/2024 2:57:00 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.