Walking way of time longest,
Inexorable; No goal has the
story of life; all are increasing
in the step, by step of breath
Nib of the poetic pen wants to fly
on the morning sky, by the fallen
feathers wants to draw the diving
sun; Autumnal dew hugs the rib-cell
of the poetic thought; longest sighs
are caring the time's myth
No leave survives in the leisure time
Activeness of busy life is making
the pavement of past and future;
No present is permanent; unstable
mind on the greasy longest way of
Time; unstoppable all surviving kith
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
30/10/2022
Brilliant poem. " ….Autumnal dew hugs the rib-cell/ of the poetic thought; longest sighs /are caring the time's myth".. marvellous.great imagery..loved
Beautifully crafted and a meaningful write. Nice share. Thanks.
Superb! ''No present is permanent; unstable mind on the greasy longest way of time...' well spoken...with best wishes/PC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A magnificent poem of great depth and beauty!