I'm Smoking; Seeing Subconsciously Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

I'm smoking; seeing around subconsciously
A piece of fire is burning on my lips
Smoky flame is flying; smoke-hole is flying too up
Merged into the air; vanished
Just seeing the smoke-hole is flying
At the end there is nothing
Squeeze a cup of tea and looking around quirky
Right the noon this is
Some has gone, some are going to own path
The road has gone to that lane where you've gone
Gone you're on your own way O dear

On the bulky banyan tree the crow in crazy whispering
In the street tea vendor's rotating spoon in tea cup
In this Tong tea shop of royal urbane path
I stay alone at noon in this town
All are walking on own road
Have gone all, none has time to look at me
The roads beget road; changing from muddy to brick pavement by time
Only I am; I subsist alone,
Stay here on the broken bench in the Tong tea shop
On the kissing of cigarette, in the sipping of tea
I stay beside the dustbin of town

I see nothing just observe a scene
On back a shattered and torn bag
Disheveled hair, stained body of blade piercing
In the visually impaired earth a child of malnutrition
He finds out something from this urbane dustbin
Hope to find better garbage for hungry quenching
Barking boom dog also comes and smells on garbage
Find out also by using its lags for stormy hungry satiating
To devour for surviving both find out together from dustbin

Both lives by eating better something from dustbin
Live for years out of sight, out of urbane synonym

-March 19,2018 Chattogram