Selected Poems
- T.Begum
- Jan 4, 2016
- 1 min read
Hello, Goodbye
Not a sound was heard, not a breath was taken
Except a new life on a cold January morning
Shrouded in white, she lay still in a box
Ready to be buried in earth, rubble and rocks
Her little round face, tinged blue
Her large shut eyes, a purple hue
We tread damp earth, arms across our chests
Quietly gather around her final resting place
Prayers were said, words were spoken
Her father's dry rasps, the wind had stolen
And I wonder what will become of her
After she crumbles into the soil
Beneath the dandelions and ferns
The Weight You Carry
Now I understand
That although you had millions
You carried a crushing boulder
Between the blades of your shoulders
And there was no space for me
Or anyone else
Where do we belong?
Where do we belong?
The generation that left
Three decades ago
Our culture held fast in our fists
Refusing to release
Or fully integrate
For fear of betrayal
Only to return and find
Bangladesh has moved on
Without us
This Isn’t Enough
Like a child late for school
Little feet pattering as fast as possible
And hands holding on to dad's fingertips
Just
This isn't enough
Stay With Me
The difference between
Emotional intelligence
And emotional availability:
The former is knowledge
If you're a smart guy
And performance
If you're a good guy
And the latter is
To stay with me in my period of discomfort
So I do not feel alone

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