Diffused Sham
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Mahtab Bangalee
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When you came
I kissed the thunder
under the over-bridge
of Tiger passing plaza
The tea smoked the pains of
mumbling slogans of the passersby
On the neck of the naked sky
the toxic lips of white clouds
dappled the bloodshed napkins
No room for memory to reap
the chain in the yellow book
to recall the stolen verses of trunks
By the cadence of borrowed emotion
now everything is the bubbles of dew
© Mahtab Bangalee/Feb'25
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