Golden Brothel

Mind; O Beauty
My mind of thinking is autonomous
On this forlorn golden brothel

So, let's
Be wanderer
On this independent trunk of the sky
Like the goalless morning breezes

So, let's
Be traveler
On this independent chest of earth
Like the goalless ever-flowing stream of the river

So, let's
Be dreamer
In this independent brothel of the loving heart
Like the epoch maker verses of the classical poet

Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee