Tired With All Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

Tired with all these, restless all around me
Stoppage there's nothing in the present timely
Breaking, building, shape to shapeless, re-shining
Slow to slowly in the prancing of moment changing
Evolution, revolution dancing with great choice
Strange tech can summon with supernova voice
Stone has become home, statue, worshiping being
In no time all in the address to amorphous vanishing
And tired all through I am in the sedative words
Lies are entertainer where truth is known to absurd
Mad love in no time from human I'm far backward
Decaying but endless birth and death of tired bard




19.07.2020 Chattogram