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Poem-4

Something to remember if I recall that revealed love

I remember, nights muted all over the lanes in the city

I remember, that teenager Jarina at Kawran Bazar

I remember, those waiting hawkers and day labourers

I remember, Radhika at Tanbazar

I remember Nitai, Jagadish, Ismail and Vuban

I remember, what the dog taught me about love

I remember that vulture-

Waiting for the flesh of the dying child in a nibble

I remember, that late-night festival

I remember, plenty of wasted food and pungent smell of Vodka

I remember, the lover- so futile

Became blind in an illegitimate attachment.

Who knew it Jagadish, life moves like a dumb-

But everyone calls it peace! The peace!