Let Come
On the arid marsh
No blue heron comes
No moon reflects itself
No sun can sip to quench
The shattered piece of the soul
Survives alone in the dust
Dust of the filtered memories
When the heart of the desolation
wrapped the garden of the sky
where the love left behind
the flourishing past
Let come
the love
to the desolate heart
to clean the dust of loneliness
Let come
the love
to the desolate heart
to fill with happiness
of the brimful nature
Let come
the love
to the desolate heart
to draw the peaceful soul
on the celestial canvas
Let come
the love
to the desolate heart
to write the epoch-making poetry
on the fertile veins
Let come
the love
to the desolate heart
to weave the embroidered wisdom
where time begets the love
(Inspired by “Arid Land of a Desolate Heart poem by Poet Bernadete van der Wielen)
©Mahtab Bangalee
12th January, 20215
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