Spot Poem by Delwar Hossain

Spot



The way has been lost at last
The glow-worms are plunged Into the play of lights.
The golden bees are buzzing
In the crops of balanceless thought.
Immersion comes, so does the calmness of twi-light
At the embracement of sowed crops.
There appears a long black spot
In the shade of rhythmic arbor.

Sunday, March 18, 2018
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