Wickedness Weaver Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE
Wickedness Weaver
the weaver of hatred heart
the weaver of vengeance mind
the schemer of difficulties in life
never feels peace inside though outside is gorgeous,
never sleeps dreamy at night though outside full of flowery bed
never lives friendly at day though outside have many accomplice
transient
all are transient!
27.07.2020 Chattogram
A very true notion you have shared Sir. Peace is in doing good. Peace is in helping others. Peace is in developing something new. Peace is in Distributing. Good words sir. Infact good reminder.
Evil acts! ! ! Muse of the wicked people living among us. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Muse of the wicked people living among us! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I am reminded of the tangled webs we weave...While we busy ourselves working on them, we seem to refuse to realize that one day all our efforts will simply....fade away. Fantastic poem, Mahtab.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 7:43:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem to bring these people to task and condemn what they hatch behind the smoke screen. A thoughtful poem.10