War and Refugee Life
From the depth
of last night
I passed the puzzle of blood;
On the lap of this morning’s mother sun
I’m making my world
as like as the weaving net of spider
-March 25, 2019, Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2019
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