Poetry / Poets

Volcano by Mandal Bijoy Beg

Those two       streams of lava Have become solid       and silent now – Ever reminding me Of those painfully       sweet Sleepless nights Of incessant       creativity. The volcano is       silent now – Not dead (It should not be       dead: For “miles to go       Before I sleep.”) Will ever that time       come When a head will       run Ahead … Continue reading