Poetry
Fears!
I tried to open my eyes,
And I saw burnt potatoes;
Some of them looked like human children,
Just a few though.
One of them had scars all over the body
But the eyes
Were open,
Staring directly at me…
Then, they were closed—gradually.
I got scared.
So, I let them lie on the ground in the company of bullets, tear gas, and a green tank…
I had to close my eyes.
I ran away.
Towhid Islam Khan is an MA student of East West University.
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