Winds and Moon
whispering
gossiping
eyeing
in the dim night
on the unkempt head of willows
owl and bat chastise me
from the dark heart of bamboo garden
drunkard I am singing
on the alone night road;
suddenly broken sound of the bottle......
the sun is laughing on me on the pyre
Oh! it's morning
I am on the burned corpse ashes!
I do not know-
who lives in the home of sun
05.08.2020 Chattogram
A poignant yet marvelous poem that wonderfully describes the state of loneliness. Sometimes a lonely heart forgot that the Sun always rises and gives its light to everyone. Beautifully crafted with compelling imagery.
Loneliness is depressing for some and for others it an opportunity to speak to self and enjoy knowing self. Nature is the solace during this time and we as a poets enjoy every bit of it as you did while expressing in your wonderful poem. 10++
Life of loneliness, an imaginative way to say what you want to say, Lovely dear MB. Please bear with me for my irregular visits to your poems.
Dim Night! ! ! ! In search of the light. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A beautiful poem with fathomless poetic beauty! Loved reading it....10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
broken sound of the bottle......fantastic write.....thanks....anjandev roy.