Loveless 11 Months Of 2019 Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE
Loveless 11 Months Of 2019
Fountain there were you on the pose of modeling
I was silent bystander and with love smiling
Selfie after selfie were with the sun setting
Speck of the dusk dust on my shoes greeted leaving
Boring mind shed the evening rain to slack the heart
The moon and night went far away showing red card
The pen did not see the rising sun on east sky
Year Two Thousand Nineteen I bought with inside eye
Good morning to good night I was in me birds free
Helped me to live well the song of Lalon Shaiji
Passed Eleven stations of year hailed love lonely
In the twelfth station you can catch if you want me
Where I desire you without material gain
Surely there I'll make heaven of life with no pain
-December 01,2019 Chattogram
Surely there I'll make heaven of life with no pain- - a powerful and good thing to wish for
Beautiful poem, but no need to be loveless during 11 months in 2019 We are all there, she too, watching you. Loveliest poem ever read, thank you so much for sharing. A 10++++++Full Score
Boring mind! ! Still searching for the truth; Within the heart, Without material gain. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Written from the heart with love, passion, and rhymes! Wonderful last two lines!
A fair self analysis on the eve of a vanishing year, Slowing down for introspection in lower gear.
We all are preparing ourselves for the parting kiss to the year 2019, though our lips are frozen. A nice good bye to the vanishing year.
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5/4/2024 9:08:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It is such a pleasure to see you read me sir MB OF BD do also read What PASSION IS YOUR wait is not yet over Dec is on from today wait and see she will come surely okay hopefully I see your poetry is chasing the wind of poems of PH UR SOARING