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
Poetry speaks through the present, sad condition of times......10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mundane life has no address! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.