Mirage Of Time Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

On the feathers of the flowery heart
I try to ignite the candle of spring
I try to seize the light of a silent sigh
I try to embrace the untold language
I try to kiss the burning cold moon

On the petals of withered tears
I amble for the great poetic stream
I search for a grave rhythmic verse
I merge into the erotic seed of nature
I dive into the sober inlet of the Triveni

On the glittering ink of the gypsy time
Reviving elixir has inflamed into venom
Ethereal feelings nestle in the lazy mind
Scratched time sprouts the root of past

Not defeated but I lost in the dumb town
In the lane of mirage life is time's clown

©Mahtab Bangale
08th January,2025
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