Lockdown- 48th Day Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

Now springtime going on of the wrinkled forehead
Has been rubbed out the lucky lines of scientific vest
Soaring eagles flying away high and falcons eyes in dirge chorus
Drowning the risen sun in the sprouting hungry necropolis

No rainy tears in the warmest weather cheering to sun
Dancing waists waiving in the salty foods of eyes
Embroidered feathers of peacocks in ravens wings
White crows in the shrouds of wayward trapped earth

12.05.2020 (Chattogram City)