If You Come Back Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

notebook of poem
is wailing beside me
abreast of heart,
touches the eyes

through blue breath
of the breeze of the
beach for loving
together in the salty

water with an oath; the
vow in every foot
step to the staircase
of desired life by the

rising sunshine; no
yelling there is but
vapour on window
glass of a heart of

perceptible sigh; dawn
crow touches the
coconut tree and flies
on your going road with

vanity bag of showered
life; elusive all prints
on the sand are seeing
speechless; I'm not

to cast a pearl of
love on the air; but
by the disturbance of
a dark cloud I'm back

to the life of coot and
wandering to the tong
tea stall, spoon giggling
slashes the heart in hot

for welcoming the lips
with a poetic rhyme,
but subconsciously
I stride and soulful fog

covers the book and
brings me to another
convention of pen
in the solitude mind

of white roots of the
paper; no love there
is, I know that is
a prosaic departure

of ink on the peak
of a burning cigarette;
addicted eye never
scans the topless girl

oh; in the parlor of
brothel bottomless
beauty on the belle
stage for a while

stains the addicted pen,
it doesn't stand, but
sleeps for long without
a body on the stark naked

harbor of a penned slut, but
the finished pen at this
age of rejuvenation
cannot glorify itself, for

the nothingness it draws,
if you come back it'll
make a potential grove of
pen with the ink of life in

every trust and enlists
the future hidden child
on the blue bank of
the living world




- March 27,2019, Chattogram