No Meeting In Inconsistency
I thought
by the rhetorical words of poems
I will ornate you,
But you wanted the rainbow colored moon
I thought
by the passionate pages of full poem
I will make hearty hut for you,
But you wanted a floating palace with pink clouds
I thought
I will make divine dresses for you
by the intoxicated lines of rhythmic poems,
But you wanted to wear the mermaid dress
Within your life's insinuation
I didn't find any harmony
I wrote poems for you
But now insects are building nests
in the old books of poems
My eyes sought you on your coming path
But now both sights becomes blind
I sang loudly for your rapturous meeting with me
But now vocal cords of my voice are torn
I waited for long time for your slight visiting
But now I'm under the unaided tomb
Oh, to me you didn't come
So, I didn't make any chum
01.10.2020 Chattogram
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