Poetry Filled Up the Loneliness For You
you left me last night
you left me alone
you left, maybe, for another one
or you left for the unknown
a stormy night the night was
electrical thunder passed by me very much
I was in the faint light of kerosene lamp
around me was prickling damp
in the fading light alone
the lizard was in a quiet tone
on the mossy floor
the cockroach was swoon
In this closed room, you left me alone
though loneliness could not touch me
cause there was the Tagore, the Neruda
there were alive a lot of poetry
no loneliness touched me there
the poetry filled up your place complexly
since you left me alone period
poetry became my living partner beauty
-Sunday, July 14, 2019 Chattogram
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