Craziness I'm Wayward Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE
Craziness I'm Wayward
O Dear I read you as Love without knowing true
I refine you many times as my God in my thoughtful vow
Here I'm still alone in the path of rosy thorn
look- I've accomplished everything with my heart colors
the race ofriver with its concentration towards the ocean
the firing sunlight with the icy moonlight
the golden sunrise with the silver sunset
the tranquil dawn with the greasy dusk
the handcrafted noon with the embroidered afternoon
the dreamy night with the contemplated darkness
the yearning day with a lot of learning chapter of nature
the daily life making intimacy with the imaginative desire
the far flowery stars with the deep silence of the space
the endless galaxy paths with its greatest journey
O dear I embedded these everything for our unity
Our dishevelled caravan on the path of almighty
O dear in me craziness
I'm still wayward trace
I find everything everyday within love sublime
I live with my loneliness, it's opined me fine
The decorated rainbow abridging to your line
In me life and death double sim card is activated
But still don't know who is love or God in my debate
13.04.2020 Chattogram
Golden Sunrise! ! ! True love is the key; Musing along with the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
What you write is ancient and modern. How can you compare life and death to a sim card? Are you joking or hallucinating after an Lsd shot?
I'm still wayward trace I find everything everyday within love sublime I live with my loneliness, it's opined me fine The decorated rainbow abridging to your line. the loneliness that a poet experience makes him think and write more and more. so such a loneliness is a blessing for us. tony
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