Kindle That Love

All the rhythmic beats of the heart were wet The happiness of your return is in the happiest tears In the silent cloudy pond of the blue sky of the green veins My excitement enjoys a bath of nirvana There is no pair of pigeons There is no familiar thatched dome The hunter-cat is also gone There is no dance and chirping of the little birds No bamboo dale where our imaginative ghost lives The heart is the withered bridge after smoking the tobacco leaf Now the smoke from the chimney is like a white cloud Where empty notebooks are life's detailed conclusions Your arrival in this open chin of the epic evening Your feet touch the heart of hoary loneliness No door, no window but your calling bursts through the darkness The extinguished lamp is burning in this apathetic pen Come, come to the atonal heart by tuning the Krishna flute Come O Lady Lakshmi Swarupini, come to the soul soothe Kindle that love lamp by the bit of your lenient heart May the lost past will be treasured in the embers dart ©Mahtab Bangalee January 20,2025 Chattogram