Our Loving Shrine Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

here
the child grassy leaf
dancing her body,
blowing sweetest breeze

here
the crystal drop of water
with the ripple of near river
smiling and flowing towards
silently

here
the shapeless winds
whisper each other
about your attendance

here
the unknown birds
flying too high;
the bees coming with honey
to hive

here
the ants
running on
one mound to another mound

here
the Lilac, Azalea, Forsythia
dancing with butterfly

here
butterflies are flower
and these flower flap wings
to sky

here
You and me
into ONE soul of eternity
under the broken epitaph of unity

here
climbing plant shrubs
wrap us as shroud;

here
we with no any traveler
but with natural disaster
moments after moments
silently passing the time
in our loving shrine



-May 12,2019 Chattogram