To Bathe
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Mahtab Bangalee
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Raindrops of the monsoon
Touching thy lower lip to chin
By rolling, now, on the Kadamba flower
Dark blue clouds run in the bare chest of the sky
The sun in the opened emptiness; apathetically
Covers all your untold words
There are no other flowers on thy chignon
All in advance leaving for monsoon shower
For your coming step by step with rainy flower-
in that twilight
to bathe in the first raindrops
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
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