The Closeness Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

From the milky crimson rosy sky
The buds come to make a dream
To my eyes of hearty love to dye
The beloved soul to be closed rim

The rippling heart dances on a bud
Womb to seize the soul of true love
By the scythe moonlit with a squad
In the closest veins to free fine dove

Snowflakes on the white city bridge
With the star-studded southern air
Touches the heart of cathedral miss
To make the pavements of closed fair

Blue icicles on the wildflower to grip
The midnight of the elopement chills
To imbue the wrist with palm in trip
For closing the celestial being in a reel

Shining sun on a mauve cloud shelters
The footprints on the derelict pebbles
To make a canvas of momentum her
Closer to staying fine longest honorable

Nature grows to decorate everything fairly
Our love grows to enjoy the closeness fully


© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
February 19,2023