In Searching Of

Poetry or you I couldn't write or draw On the lips of the page The ink of the infant wisdom just peeing the flowery scent On the thoughts of the botanical nature The skin of the time is scratched trigger In the wheels of sunny years gripping, losing, building, decaying like the mould of the daffodil's life No girl, no poetry No poetry, no life No life, no death So, no girl, no value All evaluations are a trifle new ©Mahtab Bangalee 8th January, 2025 Chattogram