Dead Words
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Mahtab Bangalee
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Recently no word playing in me
I am imprisoned in glistening mirror
Enamored mind in barren grayness
Terrible dark takes birth in every night
Benumbed the day is with the withered pen
Wearied chemistry of eyes
surrendered to the raindrops
falling in the wizened heartbeat
Your shining nose-ring is burning
my titanic wrath of high voltage sighs
making statutory shrine the thought
Susceptible lust
renewing the pole of youth
to bathe in juicy petals
But all words into the vacuous grave
23.09.2020 Chattogram
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