Thee
Here I draw
The warmth kiss on the chest of the blue sky
From the crystal flows of a poetic river
I drink the rhythmic love
I love Thee
but they say-"My love is a fictitious hawker
If I have no deep market of love in my heart"
Quiet I am
in the alley of roses
Drawing exhale and inhale breaths
Monk for love I am not a slave
Maybe, love can tolerate all
10.09.2020 Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2020
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