in a cup of life
only spring was
no contrition of winter or summer
stung its grass
a piece of embroidered noon of autumn
and the soaked story of love was born
in my heart
of flapping flirt!
on the drunkard wings
the swallow fluttered,
boozy lunch undressed
the body on soul featured
Rope of my life
made of wax
now melting and
dispersal anthrax
under the sexiest fate-sun
the broker of hope shears earth's earn
burned! burned!
hottest undone!
-August 25,2019 Chattogram
A great thoughtful poem, a disaster looks very close, the ship of the earth has to reduce the increasing burden of growing population, who will be thrown into the ocean and who will continue the sailing, perhaps nature has left it for the probability.
under the sexiest fate-sun the broker of hope shears earth's earn burned! burned! hottest undone! in my experience the HOTTEST DAY LIES INSIDE A BEDSHEET AS IN THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in my heart Of flapping flirt! ..........lovely piece. Thank u, dear poet.anjandev roy.