By one step two steps
I walk thousands of miles
Now on to another millennium
Withered petals, fallen leaves
Washed away footprints and hand writings
Now on gathered in dusty envelop
Feathers of peacock, colorful bangles
Anklet ring and black orchid perfume
Now on stored in the tattered bag
Past has gone away far behind
Poetic presence is the beautiful companion
For the future don't want lost the mirror
Lost love I won't draw on the sky canvas
Lost love I won't incarnate in the temple
Lost love won't write in the poetic note
Wound birth won't find out the lost love
Wound birth won't wait for the lost love
Wound birth won't believe more …..
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
26/12/2022
lost love is lost in your way; don't cry for the lost something; be brave heart
come, fill up the empty canvas of poetic sky, write on the poetic field, collect all loving poetic crops
Don't rush love or it won't happen, and time is a good, and probably the only, healer.
Lost love is tragic and so very painful. Yet, if we can learn the lessons from that pain, our lives will be enriched. Sorry for missing you receiving POD. A Very Hearty Belated Congrats, Mahtab!
The hurt comes thru, very poetically too! A memorable poem of hurt and true love.
Love gives or takes maintaining no proportionality.. well done....Congrats!
Thanks to everyone those who read me, gave time and did comment; and wecome every reader to this world class literary site and come to enjoy here the poetic unique gist where I never lose the love.
A beautiful and vivid depiction of lost love. Wonderful poetic expressions and great imagery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nothing is stoppable; all is well and all in well; the well is lost of behind something! - is it?