Your Absence

In-fact
I don’t want
to dwell in your absence

Necessary life is rushing gradually

Silent breaths
draw the mural
of reinstated epic

No bridge of love but a long-live sigh

The verse of
untold history
evokes the yellow moon

Over the lamplit the eyed ink twinkles

Thorns or flowers
perfume the bed
of tattered notebook

The luck of infatuation is greater than the dream

Every moment
the absence
awakens me to the nib of fallen

Thus poetry never finds a way of life
Nature annihilates the rhythm of the heart

©Mahtab Bangalee/Feb'25