If I Die Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

I dream my pure death everyday
on the mountain of thirty five years

Zodiac sign tells me nothing
but I'm unstable in my immunity suffering

Next Boishakh may be mine
Decorating the flowery palanquin

If I die nothing will happen
Earth is ever living agent as usual

Some tears of sad rainy sky
the drought ground will devour

Seeing weeds on the sepulchral breast
Passerby will be assured- nothing was there


22.07.2020 Chattogram