Mirage Of Time

On the feathers of the flowery heart I try to ignite the candle of spring I try to seize the light of a silent sigh I try to embrace the untold language I try to kiss the burning cold moon On the petals of withered tears I amble for the great poetic stream I search for a grave rhythmic verse I merge into the erotic seed of nature I dive into the sober inlet of the Triveni On the glittering ink of the gypsy time Reviving elixir has inflamed into venom Ethereal feelings nestle in the lazy mind Scratched time sprouts the root of past Not defeated but I lost in the dumb town In the lane of mirage life is time's clown ©Mahtab Bangale 08th January,2025 Chattogram