MAHTAB BANGALEE Poems

The peaceful place we were in before coming here
The comfortable bed we were on before coming here
Hygienic food we ate and drank before coming here
Beautiful surroundings we enjoyed before coming here
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Though in my territory this is now tearful hearts
for 15th,17th and 21st of your surmounted time
yet I try to hunt for you differently
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Thy bud is blooming
Through rosy stalk of my heart
Truly I'm your part
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No; really I don't need anything
Your kiss, warm touching, smiling, loitering around
Nothing is necessary to me
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I'm wandering on the earth
Paths after paths
No end of the paths there are
Stoppage out of the dictionary of earthly paths
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in this world
everybody is a poet
everything of nature speaks on poetry
but, very few poets
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I am a sin, lie, anger, violence!
Not I am a sinner, liar, angrier, violent!

I am a sin
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Time becomes a tired child
In this workshop of tiny life

Now the paths greenery and withering
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The shore of genetic craving is awakened
on the fertile land of genital limb

The stars of the unopposed sky are burning
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Not the pen and papers with the idol of words
Give me the erudite poems

Not the kisses with rosy lips and beautiful scented night bed
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