Aha Nandalals | The Daily Star
12:00 AM, July 11, 2020 / LAST MODIFIED: 12:00 AM, July 11, 2020

Poetry

Aha Nandalals

Like my long dead father's face

I'm forgetting the mole on your lower lip

I'm forgetting the taste of cheap ice-creams

 

I'm forgetting that

I learned to hate Nandalal

since I was a boy.

In these crippled cities,

I must be a Nandalal to live on.

 

I'm forgetting the voice

that used to bid me goodnight.

It's hard to pull rickshaw

keeping the mask on.

Please! I can't breathe!

 

Md. Mehedi Hasan occasionally contributes to The Daily Star's literature page; he is a lecturer of English at North Western University, Khulna.

 

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