Mahtab Bangalee Poet Free verse

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

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Linda Milgate March 27, 2019 at 4:42 PM good poem, same as other comment thought the spider's web and puzzle of blood all interesting unique images. Life is really hard for so many.

M. L. Kiser March 26, 2019 at 4:45 AM Great description, "puzzle of blood"; war is so difficult; especially for the refugees; it takes a lot to get through it. I like the idea of the "spider's web", as a way of surviving. Well done.