Dreamless Second

Didn't eat the winter morning Flying far away the dews are The sun has come but I am in a drowsy mood Full of confetti in the bedroom Living waters playing in the bathtub The shadows are whispering with the dead walls Nomadic breeze on the roof of illustrious breathing Inhale and exhale- crawling on the upstairs No sky over the visions of the sole dream Illusions are leading the ideal ego Ascetic roots in the maple's kinship Glittering gold covers the envelope Flapping window wings with songs of Amoretti Discovers the pine tree a couple of yellow teenage Marbled monastery summons beneath the purple hills Through the laurel wood, I wake up and grasp A dead soul. © Mahtab Bangalee 29th January,2025 Chattogram