Immortality In Memory Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

No pigeon in my hand cage as wheat eater
It's far away now except the white feather
Eat; eat but assorting good one for the health
She tells it as the emblem of peace to be wealth
She goes and I go too, she comes back and I too
She flaps and I sweep, she flies and I grow up low
She picks up from the clean pot and I look after all
Queen of quills she offers and I keep behind the doll

Now, it becomes fairy wings with embroidered loom
Now the grain of stagnation dries up in mite's dome
The cage of words swarm on the memory of thriving
Slowly, timer zone show the end line of everything
In the groove of winds recycles the life and death
Simultaneously the thought is alive is grateful fate


© Mahtab Bangalee
27January,2022
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