Empty Heart
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Mahtab Bangalee
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Winds and Moon
whispering
gossiping
eyeing
in the dim night
on the unkempt head of willows
owl and bat chastise me
from the dark heart of bamboo garden
drunkard I am singing
on the alone night road;
suddenly broken sound of the bottle......
the sun is laughing on me on the pyre
Oh! it's morning
I am on the burned corpse ashes!
I do not know-
who lives in the home of sun
05.08.2020 Chattogram
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