Give a piece of story
Where homeless tears live
I won't write a poem
Give me the beautiful evening snow of winter
Give me the yellow envelop leaves of autumn
Give me the dreary thunderstorm of monsoon
Give me the hottest stone of scorching summer
Give me the loving maple crown of spring time
I won't write a poem
I won't write a poem
Because in poem the book cannot describe them good
I won't write a poem
Because in poem the pen cannot spread ink of love
I won't write a poem
Because in poem the alphabets cannot bloom as rose
Give a piece of story
Where homeless tears live
Won't write but there I'll be a poetry
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
20/11/2022
I had to read this one several times to absorb the intended meaning. And not even sure if I got it right. Really loved it.
Not even thru poetry that is so intense in feeinmg and descriptive perception ca we really describe the essence and profundity of being of the world around us, Great idea and great poem. at
Wonderful poem full of poetic expression and deep meaning. Thank you dear Mahtab. 10 + To my favourite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound write! Congrats! With best wishes./PC