In the rhyme of iambic rains
I'm wetting; sweet scent of
Cake in my writings nostrils
Nostrils of the poetic sense in
Off mood; barren field the whole
Day is seeking the crops of words
Words is the lost substance of
The subconscious pen; meditating
Regions of heart weaving a path
Path now showing me the light in
This rising night; I'm writing a
Goalless hive of my expression
Expression of time in me like a bee
To survive for a name hoarding honey
22.08.2020 Chattogram
A very good chain poetry expressing explicitly to survive a name hoarding honey. Well written work.
WHY YOU RIGHT SUCH POEM WHICH HAS NO MEANING......... WHY WHY WHY> > > > WHY MB of BD.. YOU are Poet Lost Now.
Wonderful poetic expressions on writings. Words are sometimes so elusive that the pen has to seek for its own path. Beautifully crafted.
Words is the lost substance of The subconscious pen; meditating Regions of heart weaving a path Very fine poetic expressions my dear Mahtab. tony
I have no words to express my appreciation for this poem. It has been crafted elegantly which adds to its poetic format coupled with the beauty of its content and musing. Thanks dear friend.
A well composed piece. Simply impressive and delightful....10+++
You wet me wet we both are WETTING IN SAME MAN AND WOMAN THET WET LIKE THIS HONEY IS TO ENJOY DON'T HOARD IT SHARE WITH OTHERS
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I would like to translate this poem
Honey to make nectar of love. Which your poetic expression did In a style of your own. Nicely expressed. Clear 10...