Wet Evening
On the dazzling forehead of sky
no kiss of the clouds
Now it's the pregnancy of rainy season
tears of the black clouds
in the luscious lips of thunder
broken heart is swinging
on the torn net of the stars
no dream of life there is
but love now spreading the odor of the corpse
on the pyre of remembrance
flooded all over
inundated- grave of raining...........
04.08.2020 Chattogram
Copyright © Mahtab Bangalee | Year Posted 2020
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