With The Passing Clouds Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

Charming flowers on the wings of passing
Clouds where crystal froths flying like the dove,
Lone I'm walking behind the passing cruise
Holding your hands in mind on the green mat,
The bouquet of white clouds offers the gleams
To the twilight canvas where love birds tweet,
The nectar drops drip slow from the rose cheek
To blow the depth wave of the white sky breeze,
Where you're, there I'm, we are on step by step
Stitch the ceaseless route of peaceful life verse
Summer comes, after monsoon the winter
And spring goes behind the voyage of time
Each blood of nature flows thru live ripple
Grabbing roots for the good end of pavement


© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
06/03/2023