Personification Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

Holding the tail of alphabetic stream
I came to the pen of words;
Nothing was there except
The invention of uprooted sentences

Holding the root of the synthetic learning
I came to the book of the self;
None was there to greet but
The screaming of poor truth on the day sight

Climbing on the back of truth now I sip the lie
I sip on the name of knowledge;
Gist I earn chewing bitter gourd
By the gum of heart I'm to the mimicry cord

Threads of imitation decorate the trap of conceit
For the charade nous the sipping of fact fails to knit

©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
06/11/2022