MAHTAB BANGALEE Poems

They left before the end
The game is not for over
They had to leave the field
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My Poem is-
Stale flowers of barren lover
No touchstone water, no fertilizer
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Read, read, read
And write less
Think to find
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No seed that's on the earth ground
It's tree now, offering the shadow
And life of sound
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Here the fascination of poetic words
Where I want to survive, but towards
You, my heart want to play the fond dice
To endear you in my eternal heart eyes
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If I had not been born,
Poetry would have been born

This world has been awake for a long time
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Grassy green the poetry is
From the inks of the pen's bodies
As the velvet mat on the plain ground bliss
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Independence gave me everything-
Green forest, crystal rivers, silent
Mountain, refreshment nature
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Standing still the roots
Epitaph leads the folk souls
Nature craves the songs
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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
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