Not Static
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Mahtab Bangalee
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Light in the touching of light
Listens to the classical music rhythm
The shore rises by the concerned river
In the loneliness of time
On the mat of springtime grass
Dazzling dewdrops smile
Static identity of anything
Loses own form in the jigsaw of moment
Memory rides the phantom
The smallest atom of every life
In the bud of flower awakes revolutionary stream
Change comes in a distorted voice
Fire flame stands at the fair head
Extinguisher curtain goes to be ashes
Eternity in transitory teeth
Restless the staple fiber,
the world channel.......
19.08.2020 Chattogram
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