Late Love Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE
Late Love
Autumnal period of lyric comes never to me
Entrapped I'm in the stars wave when dreamed
Serene touch of the catkins I've gone the field
Looking for you but a grave of love there was
The door of the moon was open when
I've listened to the song of Yamuna flowing
full with water-jar on her waist
The cotton candy imported my heart to hoard
The late autumn cherry; but the galaxy path bathed
In the yellow dimension of severance
Fallen down the Sakura blooms on the talon of my nightmare
Scattered my heartbeat was on the kiss of late coming deer
01.09.2020 Chattogram
A well thought composition. Truly marvelous....10+++++++
u r not so old still you can do you have overshooted me by hundreds mb of bd
Beautiful potryal of feelings explicit wrapped in autumn bun and nurtured with Yamuna flowing. Beautiful words.
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8/22/2025 9:05:11 PM # 1.0.0
Love some of the striking images in the poem. Well done brother!