No seed that’s on the earth ground
It’s tree now, offering the shadow
And life of sound
No green leaves there are
It’s yellow to withered
And blow away far
My forefathers, many of them
Now hanging on the photo frame
One day I’ll be the same
Dawn sun comes and goes daily
Dusk to a dark night in the same way
time never comes as rotatory
Scorching summer merges into a soaked monsoon
Rainy drops in the autumnal wind and wintry frost
No season is stable though spring in a lovely tone
Winter dew on the glossy green leaves
Shining rising sun evaporates minutely
Some are anytime rest in peace
Snowflakes cover the red rose petals
A floating wall of fog suits a ghostly vision
Out of time, all are in ancestor’s trails
Forever, the word is not forever
Like the time of summer to winter
And spring in the impermanent gyre
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
-January 25, 2023
Categories:
rotatory, universe, weather,
Form: Free verse
Breath in a second
Forsaken,heart misses beats
Boiling point of my soul
Reaches optimum.
Dancing lines on the monitor
At inauspicious time
Tends to a long curve
Oxygen blowing directly to heart
Fail to ignite
The long curve ends
As a straight line.
In fortitude I feel a flame
In rotatory motion slips
Into air.
From the crane-shot
I see them panic stricken.
Those that seen
Those that kept to heart
Words and dreams
Left abandoned except
A struggled breath
With composure
I see my body glow
When moon light falls on.............
Categories:
rotatory, death,
Form: Free verse