Infinite solitude
I don't know what that is
But I know Poet Helal Hafiz
I know he was not good in the life of love
But love is the true food of his poetic dove
Oh, Helen of Netrakona destroyed the Troy of poetic vision
Love killed the poet on the illusive path of economic session
Very naive, the poet was very simple like the water
But in that water burning love and rebellion were
No, love is nothing else except the horrible brutal hangman
In whose hands the poet has given his life to make an interment
I know you were not good
In this journey, I still say - stay well, O Poet of Sooth
© Mahtab Bangalee
17th December,2024
Chattogram
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