In Searching Of Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

Poetry or you
I couldn't write or draw

On the lips of the page
The ink of the infant wisdom
just peeing the flowery scent

On the thoughts of the botanical nature
The skin of the time is scratched trigger

In the wheels of sunny years
gripping, losing, building, decaying
like the mould of the daffodil's life

No girl, no poetry
No poetry, no life
No life, no death
So, no girl, no value
All evaluations are a trifle new

©Mahtab Bangalee
8th January,2025
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