Love Of Gypsy Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

From the third floor of six storey building
I'm by the piercing sound of wedding ring
After the evening crescent moon eyes me
Path begets paths on my walking lonely
The true hate teaches me how to love you
From the womb of dark cricket shows me doe
I'm to your bared footsteps with baby moon
Modern public light brings you to drone cone
My pains come as the newborn winter cold
Though your shadow touches where I'm untold
You know by heart but the silence unknown
On the smile of your mother light has gone
In the dark, I count the bright star for you
Rickshaw bell awakes the love to renew
Aimless I'm only staring at the steps
Stairway to heaven becomes dreamless gaps
Your eyes move like butterfly here to there
Marriage horse afraid of time fractions bar
Every garden gives birth rose for beauty
Sorry; I'm on my path love of gypsy




-December 01,2019 Chattogram