The Irony Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE
The Irony
In this bared land of the fertile alphabets
You didn't spread out the mat of poetry
Thousands crore of years I rowed the oar of your spring
No smiling flower bloomed there in the desired tree
Lost, I lost the parlours of the Sirius due to chasing your winks
No ink of the rose day I sipped to inscribe a couplet of the ivy
Now I'm running away from the fist of the empirical uterus
Where you were my poem but the destitution is irony!
©Mahtab Bangalee
February 13,2024
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The destitution is the irony! Captured the essence of this poem. Well penned. Top score
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12/6/2025 3:08:59 AM # 1.0.0
A deep impressive poem, weaving expressions in a fine poetic, metaphoric way wow