Your Absence
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Mahtab Bangalee
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In-fact
I don't want
to dwell in your absence
Necessary life is rushing gradually
Silent breaths
draw the mural
of reinstated epic
No bridge of love but a long-live sigh
The verse of
untold history
evokes the yellow moon
Over the lamplit the eyed ink twinkles
Thorns or flowers
perfume the bed
of tattered notebook
The luck of infatuation is greater than the dream
Every moment
the absence
awakens me to the nib of fallen
Thus poetry never finds a way of life
Nature annihilates the rhythm of the heart
©Mahtab Bangalee/Feb'25
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