Poet Helal Hafiz (1948-2024)

Infinite solitude I don't know what that is But I know Poet Helal Hafiz I know he was not good in the life of love But love is the true food of his poetic dove Oh, Helen of Netrakona destroyed the Troy of poetic vision Love killed the poet on the illusive path of economic session Very naive, the poet was very simple like the water But in that water burning love and rebellion were No, love is nothing else except the horrible brutal hangman In whose hands the poet has given his life to make an interment I know you were not good In this journey, I still say - stay well, O Poet of Sooth © Mahtab Bangalee 17th December,2024 Chattogram