The Living Past Poem by Munia Khan

The Living Past



The pale half moon
gazing at the gray sea.
Sands from the shore
crawling towards the beguiled waves.
Then she heard
the whisper of the moonlight
as it lay tranquil in her emptiness.
She was lost in the sea
and the sea was buried in heaven
embracing the living past.

(June 2010/Rewritten 18th of January,2011)

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Munia Khan

Munia Khan

Dhaka. Bangladesh
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