Let Me Live Long Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE
Let Me Live Long
The mind binds me in the golden cage of mirage
Running I'm on the sandy shore of timing race
The balmy sea breeze of poems vibrate the thought
Losing I'm slowly all in the gyre of an epidemic pot
Butterflies leaving their embroidered wings
On the back of pegasus crossing dead seas,
On the forlorn pebbles the melancholic rings
Calling me to dive into the forever love myths
All of your in the unexpressed words
Which flying as like the poetic mind birds
On the crystal mirror of thy erotic eyes
Merely I'm reading your tongue-tied sighs
Let me live, let me live long with you out of the pestilence
Only togetherness of love can save from bad side-glance
April 20,2021
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
The closing stanza is the best. To weave that truth you so paradoxical placed mind binding golden cage. Do exotically penned. Beautiful. Sir.
The last lines reveal their power, in this age of plague, the fight for life becomes more fragile. A beautiful poem!
Excellent poem. I liked: Let me live, let me live long with you out of the pestilence
Let me live, let me live long with you out of the pestilence coming out fro the golden cage of mirage
There is a saying in the Holy Bible: Man proposes, but God disposes.Thank you for sharing your prettiest composed poem, dear Mahtab!
A very impressive poem to read. Beautiful metaphors, an exciting concluding last line, that is: Only togetherness of love can save from bad side-glance. Yes, one is not strong enough, but two in based upon true love will stand the test of time and able to conquer all challenges in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The balmy sea breeze of poems vibrate the thought Losing I'm slowly all in the gyre of an epidemic pot. Captivating lines, super imagery and beaytiful etaphor