To Balance
No serenade sky over there on the space
Err of sight is prevailing in our all trace
Vast heart over there the vacuity as face
of the gigantic nature with timing race
Man made vehicles go to that no place
Its vacuum unreached scene; its silent grace
Emptiness absorbs the entire full match
From world the great Hole ready to snatch
Years after years we're in the world cage
Here human-nature live to balance nights-days
-November 09, 2018 Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2018
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