I Am # 01 Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

- I am writer, amn't I?
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- No!
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- I can write, I write, for my writing I am writer, really?
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- No!
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- I am writer for that I write.
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- No!
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- I write for that I'm writer.
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- No!
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- For me I write the writings.
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- No!
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- For life I write the writings.
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- No!
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- I need a friend but alone I am
I write to spend my life with friendship
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- No!
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The writings are my life,
without life I am dead; a dead body,
but I can write.
Am I ghost, the spirit of writings?
Am I phantom of black ink on the white paper?
Am I a spirit of thirsty writing?

- No!
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- So I am not a writer,
not writings,
not a life of writer or writings,
not a corpse,
not a ghost,
not a phantom of black ink on white paper,
not spirit of thirsty writings.

- Yes!

- But, O soul! Who I'm?

- O dear!
Take a deep breath into yourself
Do you know with whom you talk?
Do you know the writings or writer?
Do you know the ink?
Do you know the color of ink?
Do you know the paper and color of paper?
Do you know why you are writing?

- Oh funny question!

- I am writer that's why I write
I write only me and I talk with myself
Ink is stain and stain of my brain, stain of my thinking.
Ink of thinking is colorless although everyone thinks it is black
Paper on which I write that's also colorless although everyone thinks it is white
Ink and paper- black and white; oh! All are definitely details of my life
Detained I am at every step of time
From paradise lost to foot print of death angel
O' breath please stay a while
Let me see the leisure of words
Let me touch more one the pen
Let me be more near the white paper
Although I am not a writer, not a writing, not a life
Although nothing I am
Yet let me sit on the chair with pen and paper on the table with lamp of light,
light of thinking, thinking of knowledge,
knowledge of humanity, and humanity for earthly life
O soul look-
every word wants to be human for humanity!



April 30,2018 Chittagong, Bangladesh