Fear Of Lost Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

Fear Of Lost

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Ripened blood still sleepless
On the staircase of memory
Flying with reliable winds

Mild embrace of the winds
Imprinting the uprooted roots
Sculptures now govern all

Breath of independence
Floating in the midfield of birth and death
Life in the sharp blade of crops

For many corpses, wounded bodies, flowing blood
For the lost chastity of women, abortions
Enthronement and dethronement the politics

Everything is an exaggeration,
Hyperbolic figures in the born free world
In the thorny frontier fences

Everyone is brother, sister, relative as human
Everywhere the fight for something else
Meaningless in the successful freedom

Today I cannot run after the wealth, names, fame.....
I cannot run after the patriotisms, sovereign motherlands.....
Fear of lost the humane love I cannot run as the biased spirits



15.08.2020 Chattogram

Saturday, August 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: independence,world
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Almost all countries of the world are independent
But still, humanity is in the inhumane subservient!

-wHY?
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anil Kumar Panda 15 August 2020

A very beautiful and meaningful poem. Makes one to think in the present dismal situation we are going through. Thanks for sharing.

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Indira Renganathan 19 August 2020

A powerful write...like the last three stanzas and your note very much....with so much admiration kudos

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 August 2020

Abortions! ! ! Deaths! Muse of mankind on earth; In addition with coronavirus! More deaths recorded as well. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Leeann Azzopardi 16 August 2020

Amen Brother! I wish everywhere was like you describe. Bravo!

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Aniruddha Pathak 15 August 2020

Good commentary on Independence, dear MB

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 15 August 2020

the lost chastity of women, abortions.......................................> > > > > > > > >

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