Demands come
Frequently to me;
Dead I'm not
But die suddenly!
It's a life
On the mundane stage
For getting marry
Subsequently the roses
Dying in processions
Scary, hurry
Before the cawing of the crow
I heard the sound of falling tears
After the sun awakening
All demands become bared
In the sperm of time
Blood pressure pays silence,
Prayer of the third sky
Blind justice at a glance
© Mahtab Bangalee
August 02,2021
Chattogram
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Preparation for a marriage is a grand affair. I can understand the anxiety. But once married, everything will be happy and peaceful, dear Mahtab.
Warmest good wishes Mahtab! Congratulations for the honour. Top stars
My second reading of this gave me a better picture of the situation here. Not all poems we don`t get are bad poems. At times a closer reading is needed to value the poetry. Good effort.
This 'poetic warnimg' is simply SUPERB! ! The warning, the meaning, the metaphores the images, simply extraordinary. A poem to cherish and never forget!
Mesmerizing poem, a very pleasant read, Enjoyed very much, Dear Mahtab!
Congratulations, Mahtab, for a well deserved accolade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Congrats! ! ! Mahtab this is wonderful poem. I liked the concept and theme. Fantastic