To the far-reaching border
No imaginative thread but dark hope

Beside the twinkling stars
No light standing but alone shadow

Through the leaked hole in the sky
No tears dripping but a thirsty tongue

Out of the hand of heart
I can kiss nothing but the liquor of a poem

Wanderer on the forlorn way of rhythm

No eyes
No dream
No night
No day
No breath
No blood
No ink
No .... no ... nothing....

© Mahtab Bangalee/Feb'25