Never I write a poem worthy
No eyes can sleep closely
On the orphan bank of a spring lake
Stainless could I seize in my words
Pollen grain has fallen from the butterfly's mouth
The conclusion of a river was placed on your lips
The is no blood of imagination but a pier
Here the constitution of the world sells hearts
In every corner of a soul the blank verse lives
On the plain of abyss, the sighs find solitude
I never write
I don't write
Only for you but I wander
I wander in the realm of poetry forever
© Adeeb Al-Fateh
April 25,2026
Bangladesh
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