The banished night by the poetic hands
Letters come as moonlit in the writing
Window curtain is dancing by slim breeze
Silent all over with nightly darkness
Me and pen busy in plough the brain field
A fist slogan comes with the breezy tone
I'm hearing with my dim lit in root heart
Slogans arrive as dacoit's knife on ear
And in ascetic like pen-paper's realm
-"Give us your two hands; Give us your two hands! "
-"Do not want your life; Give us your two hands! "
Night dark carry the knight of wanton plight
Before eyes stones come as the stormy rains
Wounded window glass; no room for us flee
Written memoir, pen-paper, all are thrown
They come ghostly and threaten me to leave,
To leave the love for hand and pen-paper,
To be sage of day only in this world
Sharpen saw with angry red eyeballs come
Grasp my hand tightly and snarl in cutting
"Oh my hands! " Shouting I'm in shocking voice
Midnight, I wake, the gecko moves backward
-November 30,2018 Chattogram
True poetically versed, Mahtab. Excellent imagination and boldly worded. Thank you for sharing this nightmare with us. Excellent poem, must I say. A 10 Full Score.
Me and ''PEN'' busy in ploughiING the (brain) ? ? ? ? field A fist slog (an) ON comes with the breezy tone LOVELY METAPHORICAL NIGHTLY IMAGERY WE ALL LOVE IT YOU KNOW MB OF BD VERY NICE AND LOVOLIE POETREE LIKE FALLING APPLES FROM A TREE U HAVE STOPPED READING ME WHY MB UNHAPPY?
I am punished by my nightmares and rewarded by my sweet dreams. A thoughtful poem.
Like climax of a movie scene, good imaginative write. From Poet's Notes I note that you are also present on Poetrysoup. I too am there, though I don't visit too often, let us meet there as well.
Nightmare of the night! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
many times such master pieces comes to your imagination faculty...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thrilling experience. Beauty of excellence. Good poem indeed.