(Published in Daily Star Bangladesh)
A part of my life over.
No more a daughter
No more a home
Where I have memories stored —
Of an old cane chair
A cat that suns itself
And sits on the rooftop of the car
Of honeysuckle wines
Drooping overladen with young blooms
Held up by aged yellow walls
Of my mother’s roses,
Large and small
Vying in colours and shades
Of a plum blossom smiling
At honeybirds drinking from its depths
Of a father…
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