Birth Of Love Poem by Adeeb Al-Fateh

Birth Of Love

In the empty embryo of the heart
I prostrate to be closed

Flying wings of the pigeon blow the wind
to soothe the restless heart

Beyond the veil your love is silent
No Beginning but harvesting deaths

In the difficult ordeal I failed to gripe thyself
From the dead poetic ashes the love takes birth


©Adeeb Al-Fateh/13-08-2026/Bangladesh

Birth Of Love
Thursday, August 13, 2026
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