Pen And Poem
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Mahtab Bangalee
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no fountain descending
touching the body of the mountain
it's a city of the windy fogs
the winter hugging the morning sun
the coiling smoke going up
from the hot teacup
the damping roads seizing my pen
all tears on the white paper-
like a coffin in a bier
on the shoulder of the undertaker
wiping pain from the heart
I'm coming back to the sky
Pen and poem my praying for inside tranquility
-08.12.2020 Chattogram
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