Sketching
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Mahtab Bangalee
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I draw the intrusive silence on your dry lips
Tears of mountain the cloud cares in trip
Migratory birds playing with the south breeze
For hugging we're in the cold winter's grease
Oily whispers aren't wetting the burnt heart
From the fountain flying the larks of thirst
Thirsty life doesn't get alms of love openly
In give and take rules the sketch hides mystery
© Mahtab Bangalee
11 February,2022
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