My Writings

Think that I will write a poem even though not a poet
And I come with ink, quill, and notebook
On the veranda, I find the table and chair together silently
As if whispered they are of me
None is there yet I tell the emptiness-
Let the rain fall at first
Let me wet and play with banana leaves
Let mango leaves sprinkle the crystal drop of rain
Let sparrow and warbler sing a song
Let Maggie kiss me; a flying kiss
Let me run with flamingo
Let clay rub over my body

There is no umbrella but I stand under the umbrella which is made of banana leaves
For rain, there is no butterfly but colorful legume flowers flutter there as the butterfly

Soaked into the rain I came to write a poem
Borrow some words from the West and East sense
Compile the mediation and mix acutely before my eyesight
Keep it in the inkpot and shake it purely
I open the lid with my full knowledge and inclination
Quill and white paper allow me on the table with chair friendship
I start to write and I write some words; just some barren word
A sterile frame of the word
In syllabic shape, they are roared

Think that I can weave the talent Kantha of poetic word
But failed I am in the spot of pensive mood on diction
No; there is not the stitch of Arachne
No net of spider there is by the mercy of goddess Athena
No gravity of elocution is there to read myself
The glorious achievement of writing how can I expect

Just tasteless water is the life of my writing
Cause I am in the chess game of poetic ring

©Mahtab Bangalee
23rd April, 2018
Chattogram