If You Come Back
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notebook of poem
is wailing beside me
abreast of heart,
touches the eyes
through blue breath
of the breeze of the
beach for loving
together in the salty
water with an oath; the
vow in every foot
step to the staircase
of desired life by the
rising sunshine; no
yelling there is but
vapour on window
glass of a heart of
perceptible sigh; dawn
crow touches the
coconut tree and flies
on your going road with
vanity bag of showered
life; elusive all prints
on the sand are seeing
speechless; I'm not
to cast a pearl of
love on the air; but
by the disturbance of
a dark cloud I'm back
to the life of coot and
wandering to the tong
tea stall, spoon giggling
slashes the heart in hot
for welcoming the lips
with a poetic rhyme,
but subconsciously
I stride and soulful fog
covers the book and
brings me to another
convention of pen
in the solitude mind
of white roots of the
paper; no love there
is, I know that is
a prosaic departure
of ink on the peak
of a burning cigarette;
addicted eye never
scans the topless girl
oh; in the parlor of
brothel bottomless
beauty on the belle
stage for a while
stains the addicted pen,
it doesn't stand, but
sleeps for long without
a body on the stark naked
harbor of a penned slut, but
the finished pen at this
age of rejuvenation
cannot glorify itself, for
the nothingness it draws,
if you come back it'll
make a potential grove of
pen with the ink of life in
every trust and enlists
the future hidden child
on the blue bank of
the living world
- March 27,2019, Chattogram
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