Nightmare Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

On the spike peak of the dark hill
there is no wall but the dim clouds
scream with the thunders; there is
no tears but the pale sky weeps
with the ruby dusk whispering I'm

Stranded cottage on the Sajek valley
coconut water in the wine bottle on
the tattered table confined with the
spider net and the kerosene lamp on
the falling way of dousing with my sigh

Crickets are busy with jazz sounds in
the deep solitary bush; no hiss, hiss
but the snake wandering beside the
window sill on the moonless ethereal
night where the benumbed veins reign

Lost I'm myself in the abyss lane of the
blind sky eyes where the lizard eyes are
the death angel and the dumb is burst
sounds of at hand death of brave sense,
where the thirst is quenched elixir of breath

No verse of beliefs, no holy verse came to
rescue the heartbeats, the gigantic teeth
of the silhouette stung the nerves of the
living dream and I'm carried by the sunny
bier where my awakens fired the nightmare

© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
March 23,2023