Poetry Feels Not Good Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

Poetry Feels Not Good

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Story of mundane life has no address
One after another in changing chase

In the rumble cage the birds, how sad the wings are
Minds happiness stunned seeing flying grasshoppers

Exit way of ants independent on the path of wall body
Stainless sunlight shines the green desert lonely

Snake body of you smiles on the lust eyes of the window
The top playing street child live out of unseen foe

Freedom in this lockdown brings to me everything
But boundless shackles compels to forget my being

Butterflies open the embroidered wings on wanton air
Worldwide food crisis knocks the infected door of future

The lives in the dead world help me to craft you awfully
I get prose in my scattered ink instead of you o poetry

The classical music, dance and love flute of Krishna in this dead city
Gift me prosaic palette of mind colors instead of the inside beauty

Paralyzed sense sipping the poetic beer
Poetry feels not good for the dark fear

03.04.2020 Chattogram

Friday, April 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings,life,poetry,writing
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 26 April 2020

Mundane life has no address! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 03 April 2020

Poetry speaks through the present, sad condition of times......10+++

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